Nature poems.

Part 1: the seeing.

Penned nature poems

in the darkness of twilight

for your child's pleasure.

Purple sky streaked with

milk, and a Moon of pale death

throwing light on trees.

The outlines are framed

in front of mountains and creeks;

carried down river.

Part 2: the calling.

Coyotes beg the

Moon to come down and play; far

from its starry friends.

The trees seperate

as if channeling nature's

will; wind scowls: deep tones.

And the night is writ

like it's for my eyes only,

and I write the night.

Part 3: the being.

Nature poems: my

play thing, in the dead of night;

when all has made winks.

Submerged in deep sleep,

but hearts thud in baritone;

in my mind, I hear.

Water is the life;

for the life of me, never

might we become merged.

Part 4: the becoming.

When all is quiet,

I see your eye above the

trees; you call to me.

You whisper in my

ears and caress my senses

with autumnal words.

When my eyes open

I can smell your life and waste,
and I see clearly.