An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Winterin a wayis a metaphorfor humansor more specificallyour nature Becauselike winterwe can becold harshdarkunrelentingunforgivingdeadlyand we can beall of those thingsall at once
I engage at the sound of the tone I’m old but never withdrawn or alone I feel the wind swaying it’s pearls along it sings a melody so soft, but so strong
In the dawn of crow shines vibrancy Unknown to passers-by But patience through heart-wrenching calls Lends Beauty to a watchful eye
Weather (or Not)
LA in winter Is like LA in summer But you might need socks I remember rain I hope to see it again I won't hold my breath
It is sunrays that Determine the ways A tree’s roots and limbs will grow Tall, strong and sturdy enough To withstand the winds and snow
Flowers in Stone
When I lived in the city, years ago, I discovered a little tree that had sprouted through the pavement in a parking lot behind a dry cleaning business and was thus exposed daily to the noxious fumes that spewed from the rear of that edifice.
Love Letter to Autumn
Pondered on a love letter To my favourite season And wondered how would it manifest, In the cold, when I prey it’s freezing.
Great Blue Heron
Great Blue Heron Have you driven over the Golden Gate Bridge on your way from San Francisco to the County of Marin and flying next to your car you see a beautiful great blue heron?
Crispy different colored leaves Warm scents of pumpkin filling the air People covered in scarfs and beanies The wind blows softly through barren trees
New found life as sweet as kerosine, found lost within the darkness. Its scary how easily it comes alight with nothing but a spark.
The car wound through the Rocky Mountains. the view was devastating. a 1000 foot drop hung over the side of the road. mountain peaks scratched the clouds above.
When he was a child, he poked his head out of his frozen, earthy home From the breast of his mother he fled for his father's azure skies to roam.