Category: Poems about Nature

I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.

Blast from the Past:

If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?

The ozone layer
Torn cesarean section
That the gods peer through

Blast from the Past:

A prairie full of streams,
Flowers, birds, snakes, and bushes.
Now a factory

Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.

Blast from the Past:

The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw

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?