Archive for January, 2015

Seven Poems

Posted: January 30, 2015 in nature poems

So let the stars stay up there,
you can still touch them in the river.
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After the storm
nature silently surveys
her violence.
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In the dead of night
only the river
talks to the moon.
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Out of a slate sky
rain hammers nails
into the window panes.
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Rain so fine
it’s dust in the air,
cobwebs in my face.
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If we bothered to listen to it,
the river would tell us
about an epic journey from the moors.
~
Pen held out in the wind
and ink streams away
scrawling poetry across the sky.

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