
Its calm, slow waters
And meandering bank hide its
Secret personhood
(This one is about the Whanganui River.)
Blast from the Past:
Fumble through the fog.
Rivers go where the waters flood.
Vanish into dark.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

Its calm, slow waters
And meandering bank hide its
Secret personhood
(This one is about the Whanganui River.)
Blast from the Past:
Fumble through the fog.
Rivers go where the waters flood.
Vanish into dark.

Beautiful rainbow,
I rush towards its beauty;
It just disappears.
Blast from the Past:
The waves surge forward
Just to rush back to the depths,
An eternal dance

The intrepid wind
Decides to invite the storm
To your day of fun
Blast from the Past:
After the rains fall, the plants grow.
(An aphorism, not a poem this time)

Coming from the ground,
Sulphur vents out the shrubs of
The tundra wasteland
Blast from the Past:
Microbes glistening
The ocean water under
The clear starlit sky
My first haiku is about the sulphur vents common in the Rotorua area of New Zealand. The second haiku is about the bioluminescent microbes native to some of the waters in Puerto Rico and other parts of the Caribbean.

Branches dissolving
As they descend into the
Acidic green lake
Blast from the Past:
Burnt red clay
And shards of glass
Where the world turned to salt and fire

An endless growth of
Pines, ferns, moss, and somehow
Many palm tree husks
A Posthumous Title: The temperate rain forest of New Zealand
Blast from the Past:
These forests of pillars
Now eroding stone in the
Summer wind and rain
(I wrote the first haiku above while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)

The ground caves beneath
Leaving us unable to tell
Where we had been
Might as well where to go now.
Our horizon has gone.
Blast from the Past:
Let your voice thunder
Out of the earth breaking up
The ground underneath

Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
Great tree of the forest
Would stand unknown if it wasn’t
Named by cicadas

A gorgeous waterfall
A gorgeous hike
Hike through rainforest
Hike through rain
Rain will fall
Rain will end
End, please, end
End then go
Go while dry
Go, what’s next
Next comes fog
Next we drive
Drive our motorbike
Drive, mist blinds
Blind, can’t see
Blind on mountainroads
Roads turn everywhere
Roads, ascending falling
Falling temperature
Falling line-of-sight
Sights on lunch
Site to stop
Stop and wait
Stop and warm
Warmfront, rain gone
Warmed and ready
Ready to depart
Ready for home
Home, I’ll dry
Home, I’ll shower
Shower returns again
Shower but light
Light, that’s okay
Okay, keep going
Okay for now
Now, it worsens
Now, it’s pouring
Pouring down rain
Pouring onto highway
Highway floods up
Highway becomes stream
Stream, must drive through
Stream splashing water
Water not just
Water and hail
Hail on arms
Hail on face
Face this, must
Face, get home
Must get home
(This is a blitz poem about an adventure I trying to drive in Indonesia in a storm.)
Blast from the past:
Storms pass me over
Loudly erring displeasure
Just to dissipate

Gliding gracefully
Coming together as one
Two mantas kissing
Blast from the past:
School of fish chilling under my belly
Why stay here? You hungry, or
Do those swimmers scare you?