Nature Poems
1.
Sunshining in at the dingy windows
Remnants of a ghost in the parlour
I'd like to have my feet on the ground
Be earthed
Feel the flow of energy into and through me
Sunshining in at the dingy windows.
2.
Never a dull cloudy sky: at any moment the
Grey might shift and break and let the
Sun reach through.
Strong winds race the clouds across the heavens
Blossom on the trees struggles to break free
And follow the breezes to who knows where.
Don't outstay your time on earth
Lest you forget everything you ever knew
Take your knowledge which was hard won
With you to go on.
3.
A short shower of rain
Reminds us of how God creates life
Where and when he will
Dust-sperm, leech-like clot or
Morsel of unformed or partly formed flesh
Oh yes,
we are very humble.
4.
I went to the Oak today
and gave her a hug.
She is a twin oak, and very gentle
I could almost feel the sap in her trunk
And I could feel
what it is like to be a tree.
I didn't want to let go of her solidity
Her rough bark felt soft to my palms
Cooler and moister on the northern side
Warmer and drier on the south facing side
Standing there, connected to the tree
I could see all our striving as pointless
There is nothing more important to do
than stand at the edge of a field
breathing in and breathing out.
5.
Where there are no trees
the wind blows emptily across the exposed land
Whipping soil from dusty ground
Insects and birds blown from shelter
Rocks and broken boughs crash loose
and dash down hillsides
blocking streams and pathways through.
Where there are few trees
Gales are unbroken and no flexing, bending giants
absorb the force of nature's breath
Creatures dig and burrow
for safety into holes and crevices
and cling to tenuous protection
while howling blasts lift, shake and fling.
But in the forest it is calm
In the treetops a sigh breathes
in and out as winds pass over
Below in the shelter of dense packed trunks
and umbrella'd by woven boughs
the weather can do its best
Happy are those who live within the
Cathedrals of trees
which are the forests.
6.
Beside a brook in a hidden valley
in an olive grove with citrus and almond trees
the birds awaken to spring.
A cascade of song accompanies the flow
The basso continuo
of the rippling water
Occasional soprano notes rise like a lark
above the thousands singing their own song
Yet all together forming an orchestra
as of violins.
1.
Sunshining in at the dingy windows
Remnants of a ghost in the parlour
I'd like to have my feet on the ground
Be earthed
Feel the flow of energy into and through me
Sunshining in at the dingy windows.
2.
Never a dull cloudy sky: at any moment the
Grey might shift and break and let the
Sun reach through.
Strong winds race the clouds across the heavens
Blossom on the trees struggles to break free
And follow the breezes to who knows where.
Don't outstay your time on earth
Lest you forget everything you ever knew
Take your knowledge which was hard won
With you to go on.
3.
A short shower of rain
Reminds us of how God creates life
Where and when he will
Dust-sperm, leech-like clot or
Morsel of unformed or partly formed flesh
Oh yes,
we are very humble.
4.
I went to the Oak today
and gave her a hug.
She is a twin oak, and very gentle
I could almost feel the sap in her trunk
And I could feel
what it is like to be a tree.
I didn't want to let go of her solidity
Her rough bark felt soft to my palms
Cooler and moister on the northern side
Warmer and drier on the south facing side
Standing there, connected to the tree
I could see all our striving as pointless
There is nothing more important to do
than stand at the edge of a field
breathing in and breathing out.
5.
Where there are no trees
the wind blows emptily across the exposed land
Whipping soil from dusty ground
Insects and birds blown from shelter
Rocks and broken boughs crash loose
and dash down hillsides
blocking streams and pathways through.
Where there are few trees
Gales are unbroken and no flexing, bending giants
absorb the force of nature's breath
Creatures dig and burrow
for safety into holes and crevices
and cling to tenuous protection
while howling blasts lift, shake and fling.
But in the forest it is calm
In the treetops a sigh breathes
in and out as winds pass over
Below in the shelter of dense packed trunks
and umbrella'd by woven boughs
the weather can do its best
Happy are those who live within the
Cathedrals of trees
which are the forests.
6.
Beside a brook in a hidden valley
in an olive grove with citrus and almond trees
the birds awaken to spring.
A cascade of song accompanies the flow
The basso continuo
of the rippling water
Occasional soprano notes rise like a lark
above the thousands singing their own song
Yet all together forming an orchestra
as of violins.
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