Soldier Nature Poems

Taunting the day,
red moon rising,
tucking the sun, 
back into bed,
calling me forth,
her faithful soldier, 
collecting memories,
of stars for millennia, 
night's watchman,
at it again.


...

Read More

Splattering dried soil upon my face 
Lying on that bed for a space 
Space for stars, rainbows, and the moon I plunged my eyes; the...

Read More

Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out...

Read More

I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation,
Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun,...

Read More

A flock of birds flying in freedom,

with squirrels living in a tree,they call home,

The winds drumming in unison, running around together,

The flow of the rivers...

Read More

The tree relaxes in the soil,
Tranquil like a freshly brewed pot of tea.
The tree is my rock,
Formidable and resilient as a soldier.
The tree is a...

Read More

The bridge between our hearts 
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march 
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop

 
Between our...

Read More

When the leaves fall, 
I feel their green call to me
unto death. 
Whispering that what was fresh 
is no more. 
I hear their silence, see...

Read More

angry clouds crying
over freshly-prepared grave
soldier is home now


written July 8, 2021...

Read More

My EarthMom used to stand easy
at our kitchen sink,
looking out across our fertile backyard
vegetable garden,

Rising from humbly short
but brilliantly red/green
bodhisattva radishes
inside white but spicy,
not the...

Read More

I see their determination as large as the expanse of the 
             ...

Read More

Welcome home the family has missed you                        Dad come down now    ...

Read More

Every tree has its sprite,
a living deity ever vigilant of its needs.

Great Yggdrasil 
ancient tree of life
holds her sprite within
her wending, winding arms;
a caress of...

Read More

Nature abhors a vacuum,
Loathes right angles,
 But reveres the Corona.
For Nature so loved the corona
It  dirked  the  form 
Atop the penile shaft
Rendering...

Read More

I listen for him in every breath of the wind
Deciphering his moods so I can adjust accordingly
He comes to me in the form of a...

Read More