In nature, human,
though pleasant is the facade,
there is a flip side.
Hidden
Tag: poetry
Morning rituals
Rise every morning,
in search of light, clarity;
chase the horizon.
Matinee
The moon after noon,
waves hello to mere earthlings;
treat for day timers.
As life
Subtly, yet screaming
of the spectrum that’s nature,
trees on my bike path.
Grounded
Kissing Mother Earth,
as grown up older child, trees,
attention seeking.
