a warm sunny day
blowing a gale on and off
The flowers looked stunned
tree leaves become ruffled beards
feeling the miffed undertone
Tag: nature
Lost Nature
a virtual museum
the children watch humans from centuries ago
their attributes are
so different from anything the children understand
an uncontrolled sea
landscapes with rolling hills, trees, and sunlit animals
A natural freedom these children will never know
Monday Mood
Walking through a wintry green garden,
listening to the raindrops fall on the plants, trees, and the house.
What a delightful dream this green garden,
beckoning me never to leave the moss, grass, and the quiet life.
Work sounds jolt me back to a busy Monday,
and somehow, I know the corporate world is not my calling.
Waking to the smell of herbs and nature clicks,
and I know that I can never return to my previous mindset.
With my work cup, my bag, and a picture on the wall,
I take the back way out of the office and travel towards home.
Bus Thoughts
A sea of red and bright lights
bumper to bumper
Trying to get home from work
The bus rocks you to slumber
constructing worlds
A fantasy world full of nature
You bramble on a wild journey
animals talk to you
A dragon carries your luggage
A horn ruins your fantasy
Coming Home
I am moving towards you.
Suburbia moves on as farmland relaxes my vision.
A distant mountain range and trees in the foreground; I float between the two.
The dreamy afternoon light flickers between the trees as the train moves towards you.
Nature Arrives
Walking through the office door
Me, out there in the swirling autumn leaves
Inside, a new mask for today
Trading nature and her beauty
for the chance to find meaning in a title
I feel the wind in my hair
Nature followed me
wind and leaves moving
Bewildered colleagues
Wishing for Nature
I wish for nature to invade my brain
take me from the concrete and steel
show me the end and the beginning
tell me a story about the young sea
stay close to me and guide my heart
teach me about the ancient old ones
sing the language of the trees to me
I wish for nature to tell me her stories
Prodigy
An urbanised prodigy.
While playing the violin, his teacher said, “You need to understand nature for this piece”.
Baffled, he said, “I don’t understand”.
The teacher said, “You hold wood and shellac; you touch horse hair and resin. Is this not part of nature?
“I guess”.
Lake Games
The fog gathers, caressing the trees;
The trees see their reflection on the surface;
The lake’s surface is their mirror.
The mirror reveals what the trees want to see;
The fog clouds their judgement;
The lake plays games with the wise old trees.
The Mirror Ripples
Beyond the mist,
another world.
Here and now,
still in this place.
Viewing the scene,
distorted reflections.
Trees on the surface,
watery reflections.
Deceptively calm,
hidden from sight.
Another world waits;
the mirror ripples.
C & K 