Nature Introspection Poems

I stood …

on a mountain
not nearly the highest
but the air was clean … seraphic
cold, but not bone-chilling
keen, that it restore the marrow
and course the blood...

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Her spring returns to me, in death,
I shed a tear, alone, 
for the weeping blossoms,
in the knowledge a moon will rise again,
before the rhythm of...

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Twas' a mellowing twilight on the end of the day
Where the whispers of dusk benignly sway
when the weary traveler of orange bid adieu
varnishing the sky...

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In the quiet morning, light pierces the dawn,  
Each ray a soft reminder:  
Breathe deeply,  
Step forward without hesitation.

Moments cascade like a...

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Balance is difficult for me -- 
generally leaning one way 
or the other

if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer, 

wanting to capture sunset

squeeze...

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What Will Last Forever?


I stand on the sandy shore alone, as the sun wakes up the dark skies
Yawning a salty breeze against my face
 flushing...

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The sun & moon align to cast a shadow
for a time
revealing plans of space & time
There's no place to hide from divine timing's
rhyme or reason
as...

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The other side of nowhere

Clear running water.
The other side of nowhere.
In the deep forest.

A place we once played.
Away from the scorching sun.
As children we joyed....

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I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded, 
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but,...

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It's partial to Winter's bark gloom and weed bite—
Then comes Spring with his light massaging through stone,
In cold spots along her dark towering spine—
That lovers...

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Seeds dropping off stray blossoms
Shaking heads with the cold—
A skinny patches' prayer in a garden

Instead of frost, dirt's growing pains—
That Spring bed throughout Winter's room,
Warming...

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I have lived a life in vagabond shoes
aimlessly wandering without direction
and have wondered about all I could lose
from the weeping of dangling imperfection

Still, I've journeyed...

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Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery...

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When we are a part of God, in essence, intertwined,
In His infinite love, a peace we find.
A bond unbroken, a sacred thread,
In His grace, our...

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Let men have a piece of this earth,
To till and sow, to live in mirth.
Let them plant their seeds and watch them grow,
And reap the...

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