Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Predator

Everything is in short focus,
lights are falling down,
scattered among the broken glass -
footsteps all around.

Empty was the creatures crate,
steady was the pace,
captured were the humans who
ne'er won the race.

Meddling in Mother's Garden

A stick in the mud.
Critters come to cuddle,
meddle in grubs,
their feet in the hollow.

That poor old sap
spilling its drink
on old folks
in petticoats --

Lizards licking sheep 
in anger...
You know,
we were taught to be strangers.

I told you, behave;

Who are we?
Animals among the trees
taking drinks from our cups
that double as voice?

Never a day we not be at rest -
where we not love our cousin, nature.
Where we not be free as bark on trees.

This day never come,

but it be meant to.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Until it is Gone

I was never holding on
to any piece of dirt
so when the grass crawled between my fingers
I let go of the Earth
& I found my body floating
through lanes of later days
clasping on to the little left
blades flying through air waves

I took their beings tightly
squeezing out the green
until they were nothing but
the most untidy strings
so with their bodies falling
as so did the happy from my eyes
and in landing on pure nothing
I too kissed the saddened sky.

Sorry I have left you
although I not know why
I held you as if you were nothing
until no more of you could I find
and I want to tell you this day
that if ever you give to holy light
I will follow you to salvation
loving your flesh with all my might.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

New Love (for Jessie)

This man
so covered in moss and dirty growth;
He has harbored my heart,
opened my soul.
And I am binding the branches,
cleaning the crevices,
drinking all the muck and mud
to make a new life;
Climb inside.
The hollows are warm and gentle,
sweet and clean.
He is the most remarkable making
I have ever seen.
A shining something
covered in silk
kissing on branches of butterfly milk.
I lie in the grass at his roots just below,
staring to the marvel that stand high above.
And I shout to the treetops,

I am in love.