my breath mingles with a bright white moon, on a cold winter night.
Cold Moon [Haiku]
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Category Archives: nature
Fluid [Free Verse]
bulging undulation of water, the rolling topsides of wave bumps catch a blazing white shimmer every square meter is in unending flux, shifting & rolling, growing & shrinking the wake of a ferry causes wave to roll into wave at odd angles, sending the ripples into a cross-hatched madness of bobbing water i watch for hours and the same sea never repeats
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DAILY PHOTO: Yurts & Meadow
Ecosystem’s End [Haiku]
topping the ridge, the pine forest ends, & desert begins.
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Wildflowers [Haiku]
wildflowers wave on an otherwise still lea. bells in the distance.
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DAILY PHOTO: Dry Season, Kodachadri
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Have You Seen a Tree Bleed? [Free Verse]
Have you seen a tree bleed?
Yes. I've seen a tree bleed.
It bled bright red arterial blood...
or sap --
but not that sticky, very viscous
kind of sap that one knows from Maples.
This was the consistency of blood,
as well as its color.
It's disconcerting to see
the scratched bark of a tree
ooze a fluid so blood-like.
It makes one question
one's assumptions,
such as whether a tree feels:
a scratch or cut or the nail
pounded into its trunk to
hang something for one's
momentary convenience.
And when I see lover's initials
carved into a tree, I now can't help
but wonder how the lovers would feel
about the tree's initials being carved
into their flesh.
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Bent Blade [Haiku]
a skipper sits on a bent grass blade; then leaves. the blade stays bent.
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Summer Sun [Haiku]
What Lurks Below? [Lyric Poem]
I'm swimming in the lake -
miles from one and all,
feeling peace and calm - when
the monster comes to call.
What could drag me under?
I'll never, ever know.
Some will always wonder
what caused the undertow.
The lake is surface calm,
and should be at its depths,
but in its muck lie bones
of those pulled under breath.
Some will swim tomorrow,
and in the days to come.
Most will come and go,
and just feel blissful numb.
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