A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.
Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.
I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.
River Art
Category: Nature Thoughts
Lost in the Afternoon
I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
Mother Nature
Different colours bleed
chaos across the Earth
Mother nature decided
to take it all back
In the pandemonium
we didn’t listen
Now she will make us listen
Now we will have to hear her
Now our world will change
So that in the future
we will all have her
Very Short Story: Examination
Dressed in simple cotton robes, six gathered around the point of examination.
They hesitated. All were too afraid to touch such a foreign-looking living thing.
Braver than the others, one touched a branch a thumb. All followed, touching the last two trees.
Very Short Story: Naked
The full sunlight on a late Summer’s day warms the house.
There is a feeling of change, for the sun is setting earlier, and a cool breeze touches the lounge.
Chloe feels the breeze move along her naked skin as she relaxes on a Saturday afternoon with a coffee and a book.
Haiku: Watching the Sparrows
a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass
4 Haikus: Between Spring and Summer
A breath of autumn.
Summer, Springtime, and Autumn;
Seasons in one day.
Gooseflesh on my skin
Beside my open window
Autumn in Summer
Pen to my paper
Writing words on many trees
Nature closing in
Perfume from outside
No flowers blooming in sight
A whiff of nature
Haiku: Final Project
The final project.
Gathering all the dead leaves,
watch them on the wind.
Haiku: Soft Heart
To wish for a love
Someone kind to a soft heart
I talk to the trees
Lavender Thoughts
Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.
Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.
A melody plays in the wind,
a song from the many birds.
Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.
C & K 