An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Beautiful Nature Oh nature You are amazing You give us sun, water and air for granted And we do everything under our breath
A Transfer of Energy
So it shifts, as infinitely as the flowing spring Rarely calm, usually as wild as the raging sea Never to be contained, refusing to be anything but free
Force of nature
An almighty storm was imminent. The clouds suggested as much, and it wouldn’t be long before the wind picked up steam. It was transpiring rapidly with the darkness caving in as the howls of the wind created intense ripples on the surface of the water.
Asters Nigh Drive Reality
Dribble. Drip. Drip. The animated Rhodesian air, Fused with earthy savor; Indigenous patter, coupled with Mambweian chatter,
I can look out my window and see all of the trees hitting my house playfully. I can see all the little birds in my bush
dotted yellow lines
lost in the wilderness with no stars to guide us nor the light of the moon is it a quilt covering earth or a shroud hiding heaven
Dearest spider, We met only briefly, But you seemed nice enough. Burly, thick, glossy black, fast - I thought you were quite lovely,
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ solar flares and iridescent micro-structures perfectly radiating onto my bare skin this nostalgic type of warmth
Treading waters, soon to gather, “The council! The council! The council of the ancients is about to begin!” The last remnant paddle quickly, but tread
I find my way back to the womb of the ocean. Walking at water’s edge, I can hear only the roar of breaking waves—finally, something louder than the ever-present, deafening silence of missing.
yesterday, broken shells; today, trash my eyes scan the sand for all carelessly thrown away mindlessly forgotten
The rushing filled my ears as we tiptoed over branches, the fine sand trickling between our toes. The movement was constant, reassuring.