Nature Poems

over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing.

the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.

they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling

The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,

such a colorful personality lending its’

ambiance to the greenwood.

Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds

to greet the dawn of this

The river pours itself down lakes and streams;

along its way, collecting its baubles;

drift wood, rocks, feathers and leaves for its scrapbook.

  It likes to wax

One day a rainbow, painted itself upon a still damp sky. 

It’s palette of pastel soft orange, yellow, pink, lavender and blue,

slowly blended by its own

The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief,

Bats fickle genteel soles of twilight, as swart crown abandons an errant moon,

A moon burrowing, framing a forest, while

As the ocean waves strike at me,
And the yellow sand greets the sea.
As the passing by flock of seagulls screach,
The cool gentle wind whistles through

Moon rules over the twilight,
Owl captures everything in his sight.
When moon is out the moonflower glows,
Meanwhile,the cool wind swiftly blows.

All the creatures are gone to

I live by a river.
I drive by that river everyday.
Do I look at it, as I drive?
I wish. 
Not that I am

As  eyes shift from ceiling to window, 

One observes the blackness of the night sky. 

Luna my friend has left me alone, 

She's gone visiting friends at another

My name is flower
Of number one display and color
To commit suicide I decide
To take nuclear waste or pesticide

Am tired of you people polluting the air
Polluting

Individuals can never truly be known, 

we all hide a part of ourselves away. 

Especially women. 

These parts may not be parts we are ashamed of or afraid

The trees surrounding the lake are so loud today,

 or have I not noticed their haunting yet gentle wails until this steely morning? 

Even though they seem

Polar white,

Hues of green.

Nobler so,

A rush,

Kisses in the wind.

A gale

A grasshopper

A cricket 

And

A termite

Sing the music

That lingers in the wild.

The hillocks where the village folk

Assembled for a fun-

There then at length dissected all

Subjects under the sun.

The roadside shop, where middle age

When I appear there Nature seems to
Dance and dance and dance,
When I disappear she is prone to
Weep and

walking noisily crunching underfoot

       autumnal free fall of leaves

              sensations swish around

Gliding through mini luscious everglades

Waterlily pads ahead, to the right

Then to the left,