• tree

    It’s not hard to see them Standing tall and proud Branches bent and swaying Thick trunks rooted in the ground   Many have stood for generations. Some fairly new All reaching upwards, filling the sky with bloom Hiding a beauty that few see   Some say they represent change. Others are the very foundation that ...
  • Freshwater Eels

                            Ebony shadows gather in darkness                                     Most by swimming, some by walking                                     Gulping snakes slippery and soft                                     Wriggling fingers freed from hands                                     Disgustingly mysterious, fascinatingly stomach-churning                                     Creatures seen, but never unseen                                     Brought to light through no fault of their own                                     Squirming their way into our thoughts ...
  • Reindeer delivering gifts

                Antlers cutting through                                                 Thick dark clouds                                                 Hooves dancing upon                                                 The aurora borealis                                                 Heavy puffs of mist                                                 Escape our nostrils                                                 The cold bitter world                                                 With sharp barbs of ice                                                 Attempt to break us                                                 We are mildly disturbed                                                 But still move ahead, for                                                 All along ...
  • Image of an autumn cornucopia full of fruits and decorated with flowers. Cornucopia is a sweet fantasy poem about an animal Thanksgiving.

      A swirling shell   That holds inside Beauty and bounty Under the guise Of tart apples, sweet corn, Juicy grapes, and zesty squash Waiting for hungry visitors To arrive and nosh Leaves twirl downwards Around the banquet But people don’t come They tend to forget What true beauty and bounty Is needed for life ...
  • Foggy mountain landscape photo by V2osk courtesy of unsplash. Natures Voice, by Chelsea Wolfe is a nod to returning to the simplicity and natural skills of our ancestors.

    The beauty of the world is the music it creates.
  • Autumn Leaves

    These beautiful corpses Decaying on the grass These once emerald symbols Of seasons now past, The fierce red The frightened yellow The accepting orange Each joins their fellow For their ultimate end Right here and now None can cling forever To the trees’ boughs, One by one Each of them flies Towards the ground Where ...
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    Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night.   Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight.   Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses.
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    The broken roses Bleed onto the garden ground Winter is their end.
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    Like the morning bird, You bid me farewell once dawn Has died with the day
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    The earth was muddy, My boots let impression by Your silent summer grave, I said goodbye long ago, We departed with the sun.