Nature Poems

With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.

Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.

Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.

When the lullabies grow

Earth Takes a Fresh Breath

asteroids descend
lava erupts from below
flood waters sweep clean
leaving traces of its stay
for wildfires to have its way

Listen to the Wind

Listen to the wind outside your bedroom, 
lying in the darkness of the night.
While the storm is raging in the shadows,
hear the cries of those who daily fight.

Seasons change within the midnight breezes.
Summer turns its colors into fall..
Soon the flowers dare the autumn freezes,
as you feel the coldness in it all.

Listen to the wind with

When God Whispers

When God whispers, the sky turns blue.
Bright flowers broadcast every hue.
Mauve mountains shade green valleys deep
where dog and boy keep frisky sheep.
Brimming rivers run clear and true.

Forests beckon all creatures who
follow the path of bear and shrew.
Where willows arise tall, but weep
	…when God whispers.

Birds relating the miles they flew
keenly warble their points of view
and I

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against the cold backdrop of a monochrome sky
resplendent music permeate from a blackbird's sigh

TO AN ALLEGORICAL BREEZE OF WARM AIR

TO AN ALLEGORICAL BREEZE OF NATURE
(Apropos Of A Warm Breath Of Air)

A sweet summer breeze;
An aromatic delight:
God’s warm exhaled breath:-
My our world’s lungs soon be filled
With God’s inhaled peace and love.:-
Oxygenated
In God’s warmth, let’s seek building
A oneness nation:-

Shadow Tail

Tree top dwellers
Electric line leapers
Garage roof tenants
They seem to live solely
To gather nuts
Be chased by eager canines,
And flaunt their furry tails.

Blood Moon in the Spiral

The Blood Moon is entwined in grape vines
Where it swirls around and climbs!
The Moon looms in the curl,
Guarding its encounter with Earth and Sun.
Thus, night's descent has begun
With scattered light on the run!

A total lunar eclipse 
A celestial event not to dismiss
A celestial pastry with vegan cream
Red wavelengths are glowing in our dreams.
Let's strip down

LISTEN to the Wind

"In fall, nature must rest for when they return in spring, to be at their best. " -quote by poet

The trees hear whispers in the wind begin
 It's now time to surrender and let fall win
Slumber is upon them as they start to let go
  To be strong and barren for blankets of snow

Monsoon passion when spells

Sky when with dense clouds abound,
Seeing which peacocks dance around
On tender-green-dress-bedecked a hill,
In such a stirring scene, love-bound,  
Which wayfarer wistful would not feel?
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Translation (Quintain) | 34.08.2025 | monsoon, Nature, passion, peacock, nostalgia

Note: Here is a verse (in Arya meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance).

Listen To The Wind

"In silence, the wind shares it's most intimate secrets"--quote by poet.


          Standing at the edge of a sandy shore 
                Looking out to sea as I listen to 
  

Infinite Cosmos, Infinite God

The God who did the cosmos spread,
is still alive, he is not dead.
Nietzsche declared that God is dead,
No wonder he soon lost his head.

The vastness of the universe
declares this God to me and you.
Only a God who’s infinite
can create what seems infinite.

The concept of infinity
reveals a godly quality. 
So, though the world seems infinite
yet only

Autumn Wind

As the sun sets down beyond my sight,
while leaves turn from green to red
and all is dark save for the light
shining from stars overhead;
whose light now just barely shows.
The leaves that fall from the trees,
and all the while cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

And as the wind now passes by,
whispering without a

The Only Gold I Ever Owned

This dying oak leaf
Between my fingers was
The only gold I ever owned

Not that I can say
It was really mine

Just something 
To keep for awhile 
While September was
Here with me

That leaf played with me
Running rings around
My wrinkling fingers 
For minutes …
That felt like hours

Then, with palms open
I let gold go …
Back to where it belonged 
Which

mastery

A spark awakens,
not mine, not the world’s
simply the way unfolding,
like dawn upon still waters.

Through soil and root
patience takes hold;
stone yields,
and the mountain breathes with me.

The river guides my hands
its current teaches
to flow without grasping,
to bear strength in quietness.

As seasons turn,
the form refines itself.
What I thought I shaped
was always shaping me.

The wind lifts me upward;
clouds open

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