Tag Archive: nature


Coming Down

Rain.
My neighbor is playing classic rock, lost in the din
Of rain.
Cardinal calls pierce the sheet of sound, lovingly embrace
The rain.
All of life cascades in a downpour around me, I am lost as preordained
In the rain.
Saturation. Virginal daisies or is that camomile?
I am the rain.
I am every scent of lavender exposed in mist on warm nights
After the rain.
The softest drop of dew about to flee from thirsty petals
Before the rain.
Moonlight, peeking out from dying clouds,
Dreams of rain.
I lie beside you, fall through your gravity, you ask What’s it like inside?
I whisper Rain.

© Chagall ∞

Looking In

To the birds outside my window today
I am the object behind the screen

© Chagall ∞

Home Again, When I Can

Yesterday morning I took down an old dead ash tree
that had presided over the middle of the backyard
for fifty years or so. In the evening, with a tea
in hand, I sat there and eyed the space where the
tree had only just stood, and noticed a bird who kept flying
to and from the stump, alit in sawdust, back to perch
on a carved fence-head nearby. After a while I understood
the bird’s plight of my making. We both nestled
there throughout the night, under thinly-aired twilit skies
awash in constellations, anxious for the birth of new trees.

© Chagall ∞

The Gardener

I’ve found that if you want a certain type of ground cover to flourish
you needn’t wholly eradicate its competition but just enough to give an edge.

© Chagall ∞

Her and Mitosis

Petite organisms traipse ever so tipsily
o’er the photosynthetic landscapes of leaves
on yonder trees and nearby yews, everyone’s doing
the tango, the tangle of photons, lip-locked organelles,
dancing to Miles’s Solar.

© Chagall ∞

Haiku for Comfortable Nesting

Crest absorbs warm rain
Lone bird soaking on a branch
Watery warbles

© Chagall 2016

Turquoise Piping

What I thought was one of
the black butterflies of summer
was instead a tiny bird.

© Chagall 2016

Ponder Some

Like Annie Dillard
I’ve learned to be
still enough so even
birds ignore me, they
settle so close oblivious
to my presence, the more
of this the better I think
– the great divide gone just like that.

Though
there certainly is a food chain.

© Chagall 2016

Appearances Aside

They’re pretty – perfect really, she says.
Buy the dead flowers.

But I’m more tempted
by the sentient ones
despite their powdery mildew.

© Chagall 2016

Haiku for Pervasive Things

Maybe just nature
More than anything demands
Love, respect, our fear

© Chagall 2016

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