Category: Nature Poetry

  • Inspiration

    Inspiration

    I use the leaves, wood, and stones of nature
    as tools,
    not to construct anything graspable by the hand,
    or anything that could house a shivering body.

    No, I borrow that which nature offers,
    so that I can work, perhaps shoddily,
    into form and substance

    the sole figure of beauty,

    of which all things that stir
    eyes and blood
    derive their essence.

    Imperceptible to minds
    coated in the smoke and grime
    of daily life, yet somehow
    I have been gifted

    with a strange and undefinable sense.

    I can feel beneath
    the marrow of my skin, muscles, and bones
    the finest brushes of this shy
    yet gold gilded wind.

    Its beauty overwhelms my every thought
    with its slightest touch, and thus
    I am shattered by awe,

    and reborn time and time again.

    I am wood turned into ethereal flame,
    alive and compelled to spread
    that which has stoked my being in full—

    for beauty is not mine to keep,

    and nonetheless,
    it cannot be contained.

    It is the air beneath the air.
    It is the light within the light.
    It is the dawn that inspires the bird
    as it builds a nest

    for which to give its song sensuous life.

  • A Nap on a Hill

    A Nap on a Hill

    On soft earth
    this body of muscle and bone
    dissolves

    into the soil
    from which all things wriggling,
    scuttling, and flying
    rise.

    A humble beginning
    for all of Heaven—
    and in the end,
    humility.

  • Awareness

    Awareness

    The whole of life
    is observable in one flicker of the eye.
    In a single blink
    flashes sunlight and sky.
    The moment, not merely the sight,
    is the miracle.

  • Naturaleza’s Secret

    Naturaleza’s Secret

    Women are beautiful,
    and abundant as flowers.

    The intellect
    does not strain to recognize
    lyrical contours of face and figure,
    nor is it an effort
    for it to note softly blushing skin
    and flashes of vibrant hair.

    Nature does not make itself unknown.

    But then
    there is the sudden lightning
    of the one woman.
    She, the culminated genesis
    of perfect thought, mannerism, and form.

    Within an instant
    your senses become a stuttering
    utterly overwhelmed awe.

    You have discovered Nature’s trove
    veiled in obvious sunrises, mountains, and stars.

    The secret blossomed in the garden.
    And this is when you fall

    in love.