
Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.

Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.
Blast from the Past:
Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key

The animals shout
In shock, wonder, and alarm
At the new sunrise
Blast from the past:
Racing to the sun
Tripping over beams of light
Casting long shadows

I am the star that
Explodes out into a
Supernova of love
Blast from the Past:
Rising and sitting
Each day, the sun engulfs us
In warm ways of love

From the narrow mouth,
All the waterfall droplets
End in new places
Blast from the Past:
Falling snow atop
The mountain, an avalanche,
Or the sweeping wind?

A hummingbird drinks
From a spring flower as the
Mountains crests behind
A Blast from the Past:
Ferns with leaves so large
I could wrap it around my
Hip like a garment,
From where do you get so much water?

We are the jagged trees
Leafless, slithering from the wind
Who survive this wasteland
Blast from the Past:
The trees let go
Of their leaves and bear the cold
To now grow anew.

From where does so much
Water come to remake
Everflowing stream?
Blast from the Past:
I’m walking along
The stream, letting its water
Become my thinking

The skull of a horse
As the painter’s brush returns
To the desert sand
Blast from the Past:
The desolate beauty
Of the sagebrush sea, rolling
Over the sand dunes

The wind winds the
Reed. Yet also the reed helps
Us to read the wind.
Blast from the Past:
Turning everything
Into itself to advance
‘Bout the world, the wind