Nature Poems

afternoon crumbles into evening
citrus splashes across the wooden trees

Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.

A landscape enormous and wide
opens with great remembering:

If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.

On the fly leaf,
I leave words.
Implied leaves
flutter past, green

I love to see a parking lot being
reclaimed by the weeds,
when it becomes

Down the steep drop-off to sea
without plummeting.

Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth