itness now the death of buzzing bees,
the bloodbath human and the brood’s disease–
witnessed upon the earth, in wild and wood,
Tag Archives: Nature Poems
The Changing of the Leaves
Fall is a dream.
It comes the east,
where people dare not dwell,
Flower – Short Poem
Flower,
perfect pearl blue.
A Morning Hike
Under the figs
I woke to fog and dew,
white oaks, and mist
I’m Going Back
Going back now, I see the stand of pines,
the mountain climbing out of green to white
caps enshrouded in clouds and flanked by snow.