man is a part of nature and nature has its reflection in human emotions…
For do we not assign emotion
of the raging storm,
the angry wind,
the hope of sunrise,
the glory of sunset,
the lover’s moon, and
the wonder of the stars
in order to make nature
one with our human emotions?
Nature must care … because we are part
of nature, and she would be boring without us.
Life as We Know It
We are a chemical string
A make-up of molecules
With a dose of energy
Evolved to survive
As a species as we can
In a world we have
Begun to change ourselves
But no longer competing
As we once did for food
We compete for ideas
For the wealth of leisure
With no need for destroying
Each other… yet we do at times…
For the right to endanger ourselves
As we please…
Is this de-evolution?
Blackbirds
Hundreds in a flock
Do they think as one
Are they individual
Members of a flock
Or a flock with members
They lift off as one
They react as one
They fly like one
They attack a field as one
But they are many…
Who are we
Individuals or a flock?
Thunder and Rain
The thunder and rain this morning
Play a symphony of sound,
Bringing life-force water to earth,
Fostering growth of trees,
Grass and flowers for the sake of
Beauty of the land for just us
And too, for the bees that coexist
In a dance of fertilization and honey
It is a beautiful world in all its seasons,
In all its climes and all its glory!
Tree Song
The trees sing with the wind and seasons
With their song and for their own reasons
The sunlight filters as a reflection of notes
Treble in the manner that the leaves denotes
The shadows are the base, the cool base
Where creatures find their hiding place
And scurry with purpose if they show
To where, only they would know
And butterflies flash their colors in brief visits
As they flit in the sun as hopeless romantics
And the deer in the shadows watch warily
As we stroll our path, blithely and merrily
*** did you see the deer?
Pine Needles
Seemingly delicate and thin
Deceptively sturdy and precisely
And singularly straight collectors
Of rain drops at each needle point
Sparkling like diamonds in the still
Of misty morning refreshing the day
Waiting for the whisper of the wind
To shake them free of their diamonds,
Their adornment so then they can sing
Each with the resonance
Of their singularly straight and uniform length
A miracle of evergreen and ancient providence
Never jealous of the oak and maple colors
There to hold too the snowflakes that collect
In the winter and shine with the white of purity
In the perfect role of palace guards
Protecting the bounty of cones that ensure
The future, the evergreen future