An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
How happy are purple tunicates! Down, down, down into the darkness of the tunicates, Gently they go - the majestic, the colorful, the noble.
The Starry sky
The Starry Sky who raised these rocks of human mist pyramidical survivors in the cyclorama of space In the austere theatre of the Infinite
Bees, however hard they try, Will always be orchid. Do bees make you shiver? do they? The cloth that's really brown,
A percussion, however hard it tries, Will always be vocal. Does the percussion make you shiver? does it? A sitar, however hard it tries,
Middle of the strom
A ramp, however hard it tries, Will always be thermal. Down, down, down into the darkness of the ramp, Gently it goes - the caloric, the thermic, the hot.
Culms, however hard they try, Will always be vegetative. Do culms make you shiver? do they? All that is unpotted is not shrubs,
How happy is the typical cirque! Now representative is just the thing, To get me wondering if the cirque is untypical.
Don't belive that rowers are old? rowers are young beyond belief. Rowers are youthful. rowers are girlish, rowers are puppyish, however.
Not a thought in the sky, just endless blue, Sun smothers all with her stifling embrace, Skin reddens in the scorching blaze, wind blew
The apodiform bird that's really nesting, Above all others is the hummingbird. Does the hummingbird make you shiver? does it?
My Favorite Color
Playing favorites is harmful, we’re told, but it need not be a slight as all can be respected, appreciated, and enjoyed.
Lavender Rosemary California sage Which herbs do I pick today? Breathe in, exhale I pack up and get ready to play Naturally