Category: Poems about Nature

Playing melodies
In the pattern of shadows
Against the white wall

Blast from the Past:

The wind must be a
Musician, and the trees her
Instruments.

Stare far enough out
Into the vast expanse and you
Can see the lone tree

Blast from the past:

The lone bat flying
Along its own wind current:
Accident or choice?

Stuck in the water
One wave after another
The wind hurls toward

Blast from the past:

Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down

Oysters in our beds
Holding tight to protect from
Knowledge’s fierce waves

Blast from the past:

Everything shrinks as
I delve closer to where the
Known and unknown meet

The waterfall’s top
With its torrents of water
Still teems with turtles

Blast from the past:

The lone seagull fades
Into the vast thundercloud’s 
Forceful harmony

To watch universes
Like a child looks upon ants
Scurrying about

Blast from the past:

The dawn unfolding,
The sky wears a new garment,
Splendid summer dress

On top of the hill
Stands a single barren tree
Beckoning forth life

Blast from the Past:

I buried my hope
At the edge of the wasteland:
Seeds for my return

Scurrying, hopping
A flash of snivels and squeaks
Foraging coati

Blast from the past:

Cats play on the street;
When they see me coming, are
Scared, scattering deer.