
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.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

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

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?

Anticipation
Irresistibility
Exhilaration
Blast from the Past:
The roving wind
Patterned air pushing more air
To a new cycle

Standing there, luring
Despair astray, erasing
Expanses of hope
Blast from the past:
In the darkest night
The lonely moon still shines.
Hope for dark days ahead

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