Tag: Nature
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Rainy New Year
Steady, windless rainDripping, tricklingFlowing rivuletsPeaceful cadencesPulsing heartbeatsReplenishing fontsOf wisdom, lessons learnedNature’s recitationOf hopes and prayersGentle dissolutionOf another yearHappy New Year to all
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Late Blooms, a Haiku Poem
Across a vast crowdYou wave, smile. Rushing, franticI couldn’t reach youThe dream came for yearsI couldn’t find you, or myselfIn my own soulNow I can, MommaTangled complexitiesUnraveled by TimeSurviving seedsFlowers unfolding, smilingBeckoning with voice Wild forget-me-nots
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Albatross Wisdom, Nature Psyche #20
It may seem odd, but I love seabirds, especially albatrosses. They live their entire lives (which can last as long as our own) over the ocean, coming ashore only to the remote islands where they were born to raise their chicks. How amazing is that? Some beautiful photos, and words:
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Green Hildegard
21st century environmentalism can find some inspiration in the words of a 12th century nun. As one who did not begin writing until my late thirties, I’ve always felt inspired by Hildegard of Bingen, who didn’t begin recording her own visions and music until she was in her forties. Skimming through some of her work…
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Night and Day. The Nature Psyche #16
Nocturnal stillness Reflected light of the gods Life’s strife can wait One perfect moment To remember,to inhabit For eternity Toils of the day The measuring and spending Of precious Time
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Autumn Reflections
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Impressions of Autumn
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Neurodivergent Haiku
It’s hard to imagine a more unabashed or showy flower than the California Poppy. And they’re tough—well adapted to long, dry summers. Once in a great while, however, a plant puts out a cream colored variant. As soon as I saw this flower it struck me as a perfect expression of what it so often…
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Happy haiku (only one today)
Deep in the forest Childhood’s favorite color Cures the middle age blues
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The Nature Psyche #10. Lost Voices, A Haiku Poem.
First language, first music Our Earth ever heard The voices of birds Waves of sound, Carrying, Traveling, heralding Life’s expansion of emotion Human ancestors Heard you, did they envy you? Did they long for your song? Nature’s slow clock Ticking, tinkering, misty hands Of Evolution A forest, rustling leaves, Your songs, are quietude For anxious…
Haumanu Speaks/PoetiCalli 