I once walked across
A broken tree
Whose boughs sagged low
Whose leaves wilted
Weak in the breeze
I asked the tree what it needed
And though it did not answer
Its leaves grew greener
Its boughs rose, if only a little
To be asked such a thing
Tag: poems about nature
7/26/2021 – sunrise memories
As sun peeks o’er the eastern line
I crave its fiery light
I wish to hold it, make it mine,
As day springs forth from night
It paints orange the land and sea
And sets afire the sky
And so the sun smiles upon me
Before rising so high
So brief those moments of the dawn
And yet they stay with me
E’en after they are long since gone
Only a memory
7/20/2021 – patience
So quick do grasses rise above
The freshly-sodden ground
Fast pop the daisies after rain
Has sprinkled o’er their heads
Yet trees are slow and plodding
Their branches grow sans haste
Each day t’ward the sun nodding
With patience.
5/12/2021 – roaring
Wherefore does the wind sing so
Whistling
Twisting
Roaring
The lily, continued
When summer winds blow hot and dry,
What does the lily feel?
When autumn leaves come from the sky,
Do they make for its meal?
And when the snow again does fall,
Does the lily despair?
Or does it know, despite it all
Next spring ’twill ‘gain be fair?
The lily
Whatever does the lily say
When frozen ‘neath the snow?
What does it feel when bright of day
Coaxes it from below?
Whatever can it think of when
Its leaves begin to spread?
And when its petals open, then
What thinks it of its bed?
The four winds
Not idly doth the east wind blow
So cool and whistling clear
Nor do in vain the rains follow
Patt’ring for all to hear
Not quiet is the western wind
When it winds to and fro
It twists and eddies as if twinned
With crooked creeks below
Not bashful is the wind from north
Its biting, frigid breath
With fervor does it sally forth
Along with wintry death
The south wind is, ‘mong them, a boon
That carries warm and welcome air
That sighs on us like to the moon
So free, so kind, and best: so fair
Oft unseen
Why is it when it rains, the sky
Feels as if it embraces?
Why is it when the sun goes down
We see such heav’nly faces?
Why is it that the beauty lies
In shadows under trees?
Where dappled light and whistling air
Dance light amid the breeze?
For all is neither light nor dark
All exists in between
And life’s true wonder hides amidst
That which is oft unseen
But a part
All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I
The earth is its own
And we but a part
4/6/2021 – the wind
Why does the wind whistle so?
Why does it howl and cry?
Why does it lift its voice
So somber and so high?
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