Nature Poems
At Dusk
orange-blue pearls
beaded on trees
shaped by the mountains
that soon rest at ease
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blades of fine grass
whistle their song
the width seems to chant
mighty tunes along
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sunken long fields
dandle their corn
a cradle at night
where whispers are born
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fleeing dusk-sky
tucking me in
I saw with your eyes
the magic within
Maple Wings
through my locked window in town
I spotted a little maple tree on wings
flying upwards against all odds,
the windy snow could not stop
that rising hope in flight
to reach where it soon intends to grow
God’s Nature
reach out to nature
she will take your hand
a creation impeccable
to teach how it is meant
God’s seed is hidden
whither you will go
in the most simple soil
it will surely grow
I reach out to you
while you take me home
to a state of calm,
a prayer’s dome
Storm
meditating on the movement
of the branches
as the storm reaches the sky
watching with humility
the genuine, hefty blows
and nature’s patient reply
at last, the flying sounds
enter my serene spot
humming their good-bye