Poet Introduction A nature enthusiast, and a connoisseur of art, science, and music. Poetry, as well as music, help me to organize my thoughts, and enable me to express myself in a more constructive and creative fashion.
A brisk breeze blows; Buckeye branches bow Beneath the beautiful, blue sky. Behold! Blackberry brambles Bursting with berries, Bring bountiful banquets for the birds. Blue Jays and blackbirds Break berries beneath their bold bills, A ferocious feeding frenzy Before the famine of first frost. A curious cardinal creeps ever closer, Keeping careful consideration of the crows; Fearful, but finally finding his favorite fix In a fervent flurry of feathers. 'Bzzzzzz' A bee buzzes by, ...
Sleeping in the Forest (A memorial to Mary Oliver)
That night, I slept beneath the watch of a familiar face, but one which I had not visited for quite some time.
I gazed deep into Mother nature’s nurturing eyes, As she held me in her warm embrace And so tenderly took me away From the bane of my existence, 'Neath the skirt of a gnarled, giving tree.
Her pockets full of nuts and seeds, The fallen fruits of her creation, Bestowed so lovingly to me, Neatly rested below its gnarled branches, An enchanted slumber befell my eyes As mother nature’s starry gaze watched over me that...
Standing at the peak of the mountain of life, an omniscient view around me. What lies behind me, a troubled past, but a memory inside my head. Where I stand is solid ground, a place to rest my tired mind; And to the skies I see my future shining bright before my eyes.
Today the sky is filled with birds, Tomorrow not a one is heard. The oceans which once teemed with life, Now filled with plastic and oil, running rife.
When the last fish is caught, the last bird is shot, the last tree is cut, will they notice then? When there's no clean water left for them? When there's no food to feed their kin? Only then will they notice, and by then, it will be too late.