
The gentle breeze sweeps
Across the stale heat along
The dusty desert
Blast from the Past:
I’m in the hot sun
Swaying in my seat trying
To produce a breeze
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

The gentle breeze sweeps
Across the stale heat along
The dusty desert
Blast from the Past:
I’m in the hot sun
Swaying in my seat trying
To produce a breeze

A small blade of grass
Reveals in simplicity
The beauty of life
Blast from the Past:
The spider’s web:
Like all nature’s art:
Intricate and beautiful
Yet gone the next day

When I see a cliff, I see death. When a bird sees a cliff, it sees opportunity. (When a vulture sees me fumbling for a better view of the bird along the cliff, it sees lunch.)
Blast from the Past:
Fighting for its life,
The worm forces the bird to
Work for her breakfast.

A twisting tree
Clasping through the wind
Towards the sun
Blast from the Past:
The persistent breeze
Finally finds its home in
The leaves of the tree

How can you tell
Oh wave whether your ripple
Will make its mark against the shore
Blast from the Past:
Drop in a puddle,
A rush of waves advancing
Towards nothingness

At the water’s edge
Where the animals come drink,
The crocodile waits.
Blast from the Past:
An anaconda hangs
On the chandelier above.
Proceed if you dare.

The black swan
Curled up like a snake
Over her nest
Blast from the Past:
Regular insects
Transforming at night into
Dazzling fireflies

Stuck in the desert
All I have left to do is
Kneel down on the ground
And accept the bitterness
Of eating my own heart
(Based on Stephen Crane’s “In the Desert”)
Blast from the Past:
Can there be a song
That gathers rain upon this
Neglected desert?

The rushing river
Brings the constant churn of rain
Back to the ocean
Blast from the Past:
Climbing a mountain
Water trickles to its source,
Going back in time

(Fall^Crisp) + Sunshine = Contentment
Blast from the Past:
Glorious fall weather
Providing reprieve from
Dreary snow to come.