Seasons Science Poems

You could tell me your differences,
beat me down with distortions,
in-between fundamentally certain
of Either/Or
Yes or No
Stop or Go;
and never "and"

You also faithfully know sacred reasons
for secularized...

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maroon lunatic
	earth interposes moon and sun ~
		invisible cape...

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Flying wedge-like
as wool feathers the wind,
the geese are leaving the basin.

Where do they go?
How long till they arrive?
Will the plump make stops on the way?

At...

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southern summertime
      a temporary torpor ~
            salamander sleeps...

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Trees have never talked before
no one has ever heard tree thoughts.
As plants evolved, so did trees;
trillions and trillions appeared,
half gone now, down to three trillion.
Trees...

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The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1)
(whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death,
its...

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In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the...

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Tilting in the breeze 
branches sway to and fro 
to the rhythm under the world 
a delicate snow to autumn breeze 
rushing here, there 
breaking...

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A Rainbow Molotov (1)

1.
do rainbows suggest
that God’s mind, too, has seasons?
is Grace permanent?

2.
“oh, look a rainbow” -
these words heard, is light’s curve seen
if shelter’s our...

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Who gave us the sweet breath
that holds life and guards it?
Think of mother, think of God...
they both proclaim it
with their words; even Elisabeth
has lessons for...

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Reversals of Fortune
I. Most think luck’s just what happens, though love groks luck’s seized
by each seed that sticks (somehow) in less stone-filled ground
(which its siblings...

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Tomorrow’s desert’s wet mirage, cloud’s shape men can’t embrace.
Its fantasy, parched throats stay moist, its pillowed softness drawn
beyond arm’s reach are butterflies restrained with nets...

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Spring's Excitement
There are rhythms of Nature that no one controls
that farms use to advantage! Time's fishermen sailed
both with tides and fair breezes offshore in their...

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When the first buds sprout in spring, begging the day for sun and the night for rain, I speak to each and encourage its efforts....

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Tied memories and nostalgia in pictures,
the scent and its past influence scriptures.
Roasted potatoes and chicken at home,
fresh cut grass tossed and roam.
Channel no 5 and...

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