the trees speak
whether the wind blows
or remains still
but to hear
you must be silent
Tag: nature
nature walk (20220426)
two mysterious deaths one attempted murder on the trail still the wind blows the salt scent of the ocean mixes with sweet blackberry blossoms
snapshot from a walk (20220408)
coming out from the woods
into unexpected sunshine
and mud that stays put
under your boot
rain and berries (20210819)
surprised joy at seeing rain beads
on my new raincoat
fresh sweetness of wild blackberries
in the shadow of the tree (20210405)
you are an egg
in shape and substance
a potentiality
attached to the earth
stretching heavenwards
though you need
no sun
never breathing with
those gills
the moss remains a memory
green taste in your mouth
the muddy footstep fills with rain
naiku (20171029)
a gentle breeze
sucker punches the sycamore
not enough to bend it double
but enough to knock loose
a few leaves like teeth
spiralling and spinning
on their way down
a squirrel eyes me
suspiciously
like i’m the one
who egged the wind on
so i give him the finger
since my dog is too old
to give a shit
about a squirrel
halfway up a sycamore
how calming the wind is
how beautiful this fall dance
of leaves/teeth
how angry the squirrel
clinging like spiderman
to the bark
it’s a good
autumn day
the meek (20170405)
black blur on red bricks
this spring day
heats up like summer
and you and your kin
warm yourselves
and scatter yourselves
i have seen more
of your brethren
in one year of heat
than in a lifetime of
cooler years
and i wonder
if this a new age
of dinosaurs
these ones will be tiny
and won’t fly
and won’t have feathers
they will have scales
and eat insects
and inherit the earth
and i hope
they are kinder to the bees
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leaves and bells (20160117)
the wind soughs faint and
fair among branches
the silversheen whispers
a mouth with a thousand
paper tongues
licking greenly
the wind, the wind
she moves
anima mundi
the chime rings on my patio
in jaipur a child hears a bell
weltschmerz (20160623)
taking a walk
through the industrial district
near work
is just like
being in paradise
you have the real breeze but
it can’t compare
to the warm wind whipped up
by the giant delivery trucks
and rumbling passenger-less trains
or the sweet scent
of diesel and gas
borne gently
on that wind
like a lily’s fragrance
the ground shakes
with traffic
as if the earth is new
and making itself
ex nihilo, ad infinitum
smoke (Poem 20160501)
someday soon i am going to catch on fire
not through any action of my own
not by smoking in bed
i’m too cheap to buy cigarettes
not by standing too close to an open flame
while wearing non-flame-retardant pajamas
not by standing beneath a giant magnifying glass
on a sunny day like some ant cooked by a bully
not even from some smoldering look you
carelessly toss my way
though that would be my preferred method
i think spontaneous combustion is nature’s way
of cleaning up its weeds
turning us into carbon-rich ash for a new
generation of green things without nettles
so i tell myself i won’t mind so much
when i finally smell the smoke
Words and Feathers 