The croissant moon hides
behind faithful clouds
to have some alone time
The sturdy main oak branch
is a place to contemplate
our existence and the trials
The croissant moon is tired
form being consistent
so I will wait to see her again
Category: Nature Thoughts
A Swiss Dream
A journey filled with wonder and woe,
a dragon in a tower filled with gems and gold,
A reward for the ones who live to tell.
Alpine hills and glacial flowing rivers of blue,
cowbell cows and the odd grumpy Elf,
Someone baking bread and churning butter.
A journey to find the lock without an answer,
moving on through living romanticism,
Too much cheese and apple juice as we roll.
Within the Trees
Walking amongst the old guardians,
the ancient ones who know all of our secrets.
Within the trees, we search for the old place,
where the water runs clear and blue.
Whispering trees tell each other their stories,
we find the lake in the starless night.
Wishing for a miracle or a sign from the gods,
the path of the Moonglade is truth.
Quarrel Clouds
Grey-blue clouds cannot decide if it will rain or shine,
so the sky appears to be confused in disorder.
Threatening to rain or change their minds again,
the low clouds complain about the high clouds,
and the high clouds complain about the low clouds.
Grey-blue clouds test our patience as they quarrel
and procrastinate about what to do tonight.
Moon Night
Moon rays
move from
brittle light,
so bright,
to teal,
to black.
Illuminating the
clear night,
so bright,
full of light,
tonight.
Season Thoughts
After the joyous Spring
comes the ferocious Summer.
All fire and burning forests.
Yet Autumn will come for us,
and then the Winter.
All quiet, reflective and dark.
Wishing
Lost in the echoes
of barren land without snow
Wishing to see you
Grey Tree Day
It is cold today.
A cold grey day.
Walking wounded after touching the trees, she sits awhile.
Now, a wounded healer, the trees will restore her strength.
SPRING SCENTS between heaven and earth the colours of energy are vibrating hallucinating Springtime scents of Jasmine and green nature is a mixed mess wobbling and rolling in the grass calling to the elements ending up naked in the river alone
Tree Love
The way the branches long for each other,
look at how the moon hangs in the middle.
Such a pretty night, or is it a Winter’s day?
The fog-blue sky of Winter Dreams is cold.
Disturbingly filled with love by the branches,
abandoning protocol to rub against the trees.
C & K 