Come play by the light of a beautiful moon;
‘cos when lunacy comes it’s never too soon.
Dance ‘mongst the trees by the light from above; 48 more words
Tags » Green Poetry.
At times I like the open way; where all tracks are clear.
At other times I want to know Gaia holds me near.
Then there are times when paths are closed… 93 more words
Anthtropobscenity
I look around, what do I see;
a human tide washing over me.
A flood that overwhelms us all,
humans flourish in Gaia’s fall.
On the crest of the wave me all ride; 162 more words
The Dream
The Dream
Hold my hand and we will go
to places only fairies know.
Beneath the green-striped lily leaf
beside a nest the robin weaves. 128 more words
The Woods With No Name
The Woods With No Name
Morning coffee and my attempt to think of news as stones
that I can shake through a screen to separate… 241 more words
Fog Haiku
settling around us
the white world of the new day
the mists shroud all life
walking in clouds
the whiteness of a new day
mist blankets my path… 23 more words
On Fire Orange Legs
siei
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Rock Wall in Suburban Woods
Stones in the wall nest with each other
as communion comes in touch and quiet.
The moss earns its way in solace… 163 more words
