Describing nature

Érase una vez, vi una bonita mariposa. Siempre la busco pero nunca la encuentro.

A poem that came to me in a dream.

The title of this tanka poem happens to be what one person is saying to a friend she wishes to share something with.

the albatross gets up in the morning and does wing-exercising; rain is not stopping him this morning; he has done it repeatedly these days; on rainy and sunny days; he flaps his big wings against the strong winds; hops in the air and falls back on the ground; flaps his big white wings another time and hops back to the ground; the albatross has a clear set goal in his head; he aims

being a visual stimuli a sound a touch a scent is flagrant how can i take that little space

This is a just a quick example of some musings of my emotions during the winter.

More poetry that I did for school. I'm on a roll with the poetry today, aren't I! :O

Looking to spice up the morning, midday, or evening routine? Running on the old Del Monte Railroad running trail is a fun way to mix things and learn about the past. From Castroville to Pacific Grove, the railroad ended at Asilomar. The tracks eventually fell out of favor until they were utterly decommissioned in the 1990s. It has since become a legendary hangout for Pacific Grove

A two-word poem about the Fall, written in 2009... xoxo

An acrostic poem on May's merriment.

Poem about rivers and life

An acrostic poem on April's follies.

memory caged like wolves / growl for fresh meat / i lurk in the woods and fish the seas / bring home dead animals long dead to me— 2019

Open your eyes! Roll them up into your lashes and see what I see... 2015

Who decides the difference between Discard and Discord? 2017

She sings but once in her life, in death.

The reverie in nature.

Rain as warfare.

An atmospheric poem.

Some of my short poems that I felt were good enough to share on the internet

Something I write about spring. It's written in Kalevala-meter and I am still a complete beginner when it comes to poetry. I would really appreciate some criticism

Writing prompt was to make something light seem ominous and something dark seem joyful.

What makes a weed a weed?

Of hills and the ocean