get ready for summer
when wind blow
stirs crickets,
no one has to train them
like training the foolish
to do something foolish
isn't necessary,
no lessons to be learned
and summer all -
rushes toward us
tumbling, unfolding in leaves,
happens naturally,
the moon shines bright,
nearly white light,
behind racing clouds
over long fields, fences
lakes and lanes,
cities, rooftops
and trees in green
for miles
and kids and dirt
you need them
have to have them
and ice cream trucks
then nights bring
lonesome train whistles
fish jump
practically hanging in the air
thistles rattle
insects snicker
it’s the wind blow itself
that stirs crickets
no doubt about it.
mark that down
lest you forget,
now you know, how it go,
and it do go on
in dew
for you,
and for me, and forever
Showing posts with label poems of nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems of nature. Show all posts
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sunday, September 06, 2009
nature
of fish, birds, squirrels and frogs
there’s all kinds, good and bad,
each exhibiting different personalities
with examples for each
i told my brother what i had observed
he listened to my explanation
then told me i had too much free time.
in defense i maintain
it is better to observe nature
than watch television
there’s all kinds, good and bad,
each exhibiting different personalities
with examples for each
i told my brother what i had observed
he listened to my explanation
then told me i had too much free time.
in defense i maintain
it is better to observe nature
than watch television
Labels:
poems of nature
Monday, September 01, 2008
my garden
my garden today was weed crowded,
a task undone far too long
so that work today, was my purpose
the labor in sun was my song
begin where it needs it the most
do all that you possible can
after a rest on completion,
move forward, and do it again
each part of life is in motion
moving ahead in the flow
your thoughts are merely a notion,
love doing, and not what you know
a task undone far too long
so that work today, was my purpose
the labor in sun was my song
begin where it needs it the most
do all that you possible can
after a rest on completion,
move forward, and do it again
each part of life is in motion
moving ahead in the flow
your thoughts are merely a notion,
love doing, and not what you know
Labels:
poems of nature
Friday, July 25, 2008
bees
jeeze, these big bees, boy
you should see them
buzz by
why they're big as my thumb
and don't even see me standing near
watching them gorge themselves
must get loaded on honey
when they stick their heads
in the flowers
for hours
jeeze oh pete
you should see them
buzz by
why they're big as my thumb
and don't even see me standing near
watching them gorge themselves
must get loaded on honey
when they stick their heads
in the flowers
for hours
jeeze oh pete
Labels:
poems of nature
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
this june morning
at dawn this june morning
i awoke lazily to faint scents
reminiscent of long agos
i hadn't known for years
in the shower the splash and smell
brought to mind those other times
and how it used to feel in humid air
at the start of summer here
i awoke lazily to faint scents
reminiscent of long agos
i hadn't known for years
in the shower the splash and smell
brought to mind those other times
and how it used to feel in humid air
at the start of summer here
Labels:
poems of nature
Monday, June 02, 2008
in a rose bush
in a rose bush up the side
of our house is a nest
where a robin sits on eggs
the other adult returns
passes food to the sitter
as the soon to be family
takes turns warming the eggs
discouraging blackbird invaders
while waiting for the children
of our house is a nest
where a robin sits on eggs
the other adult returns
passes food to the sitter
as the soon to be family
takes turns warming the eggs
discouraging blackbird invaders
while waiting for the children
Labels:
poems of nature
Sunday, June 01, 2008
south river
with just enough clearing in the brush
to make it to the river's edge
i sit by the water
thinking of son and daughter
and, my, how they grew
it could be june, at least it's warm
and this tired old rowboat is mine
to paddle a little way from shore
to drift away into time gone before
i feel the sun on my back
as the tiny water bugs circle
small animals and insects move in the thicket
and with nothing that matters
my every new thought scatters
it sure is a nice sunny day
i played at this place before
saw carp jump and ducks fly over
in this land i knew most of
i'm now just a ghost of
old memories on south river
to make it to the river's edge
i sit by the water
thinking of son and daughter
and, my, how they grew
it could be june, at least it's warm
and this tired old rowboat is mine
to paddle a little way from shore
to drift away into time gone before
i feel the sun on my back
as the tiny water bugs circle
small animals and insects move in the thicket
and with nothing that matters
my every new thought scatters
it sure is a nice sunny day
i played at this place before
saw carp jump and ducks fly over
in this land i knew most of
i'm now just a ghost of
old memories on south river
Labels:
poems of nature
Thursday, May 22, 2008
violets
on damp mornings
in early spring
flashing color on the ground
shining through
all wet with dew
the violets
such tiny things
amid the myriad fields of green
there are many underfoot
i hardly pay attention
tireless to trampling
some may say
but i don't think so
cause nobody likes
getting stepped on
in early spring
flashing color on the ground
shining through
all wet with dew
the violets
such tiny things
amid the myriad fields of green
there are many underfoot
i hardly pay attention
tireless to trampling
some may say
but i don't think so
cause nobody likes
getting stepped on
Labels:
poems of nature
Friday, May 16, 2008
blackbirds
a couple were out there last night
about seven
still light
they were looking around in the yard
like they lost something
they don't have pockets in their little black suits
so whatever they found they were stuffing in their mouths
to eat then or later
i don't think they'd just be looking around for the fun of it
they went around the rocks, the wall
and the stones around the rose bush
quite serious
diligent, i suppose
up to something
one was tossing rejected bits away
fast like he was going through a trash pile
i'll have to keep an eye on them for a few days
to see what they're up to
our friend blackie was the winner
he was worth a little story
i never had to keep an eye on him
he looked for us
about seven
still light
they were looking around in the yard
like they lost something
they don't have pockets in their little black suits
so whatever they found they were stuffing in their mouths
to eat then or later
i don't think they'd just be looking around for the fun of it
they went around the rocks, the wall
and the stones around the rose bush
quite serious
diligent, i suppose
up to something
one was tossing rejected bits away
fast like he was going through a trash pile
i'll have to keep an eye on them for a few days
to see what they're up to
our friend blackie was the winner
he was worth a little story
i never had to keep an eye on him
he looked for us
Labels:
poems of nature
Thursday, May 15, 2008
robins in bird world
robins are the hardest workers
they run as much as they fly
moving quickly in early spring
always searching on fast feet
for fast food
or twigs to build their nest
later it's take home food
to feed the children
then they'll train the kids to hunt
and pick
and run around
the way the big ones do
they run as much as they fly
moving quickly in early spring
always searching on fast feet
for fast food
or twigs to build their nest
later it's take home food
to feed the children
then they'll train the kids to hunt
and pick
and run around
the way the big ones do
Labels:
poems of nature
Sunday, May 11, 2008
the cooper hawk and the squirrel
from the window i saw a cooper hawk
and a small grey squirrel sitting very close
on a wire with a telephone pole between them
one of them hiding from the other
the hawk was scouting for prey
twisting his head to look about
the squirrel was quiet, unseen, motionless
didn't even flinch his tail
setting my book aside i watched for several minutes
after i looked away briefly. the great hawk was gone
the squirrel stayed in place a safe while longer
someone else would be invited for lunch this day
and a small grey squirrel sitting very close
on a wire with a telephone pole between them
one of them hiding from the other
the hawk was scouting for prey
twisting his head to look about
the squirrel was quiet, unseen, motionless
didn't even flinch his tail
setting my book aside i watched for several minutes
after i looked away briefly. the great hawk was gone
the squirrel stayed in place a safe while longer
someone else would be invited for lunch this day
Labels:
poems of nature
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