Archive for the ‘Nature’s Den’ Category

Tiny, white sweet scented flower
oval petals of love’s own stole
Your fragrance a demure shower
of the purity of one’s soul

Quite unassuming dark green leaves
covers your maze of brown-green limbs
Your sturdy sprouting base that weaves
a magic spell that never dims

So pure and sweet sampaguita
rise now that the dark night has come
Perfume the air incognita
and chase away all grief and glum

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scattered greenery
remnants of nature’s beauty
rising with the sun

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July kiss of fire
intoxicates like fine wine
potion number nine

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sun caressed grass grows
blades greened by rain in silence
roots stretch for room in absence
chained to tidy rows

brave the heat mutely
scorched brown in still defiance
relieved by an appliance
sprinkling astutely

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blue moon resurrects
cast vibrant kaleidoscope
on warm July nights

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I hear a certain melody
in the gentle rustling of leaves
In the twittering of robins
are just delightful songs of life

Wildflowers swaying and dancing
bowing in such graceful curtsy
while blades of grass all bending low
wave after wave salute the wind

Trees their boughs and limbs uplifted
in due time join the chorus line
Beautiful music surrounds me
in truth whenever the wind blows

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All the wreckage, horror and pain
twisted, dark abyss of anger
Fear’s orbit, a vicious trigger
cradle of ruins, death’s domain

Unpredictable, expected
challenge of nature and of God
Molding, mind-bending, Aaron’s rod
Echoes and cries, unexpected

A new hope and a beginning
dressed in sadness, cloaked in anguish
Trapped, in dark clouds of doubt, languish
with wings of freedom wait, spinning

Until it touches ground and soul
to make its mark be plainly known
Storm will come, its deafening drone
recall one God, all must extol

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ever changing in the dark of night
and dress the skies in ancient art
to shine on down and touch the seas
with its shimmering wondrous light

then, skim the surface like pebbles
and blanket the heavens in cold fire
to stir a brew of nonsensical desires
woven by frail shadows cast from afar

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to autumn, offer all possible shades of red
from orange-red tones through to cerise,
purply reds and deep scarlets, the dahlias
blooming madly, to last until winter’s frost

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A shimmer turns into a glitter
bursts into a red orange light

Pink mimosas unfurl as if on cue
with their own style and grace

Squirrels with their own young
uncurl from sleep in a wink

A rustle and a stir somewhere
and then a new day begins…

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