Terra FirmaMost days I tromp above the earth
The dirt beneath me, ground.
I do not care what is below
As long as footing's sound.
Sometimes I work within the earth
And then I call it soil.
Rich loam beneath my fingernails
As pulling weeds, I toil.
And yet, as I prepared the soil,
Each flower sweetly framed,
I made a small discovery...
Earth has another name.
I could not miss the busy ants;
Found worms time and again.
I watched a legged centipede
Dance over dark terrain.
I found a mealworm, small and white
Reminding me of when
My grandma raised some robin chicks
We searched her lawn for them.
The thing I call a plot of earth
Might be a catacomb
Where leaves find dignity in death
And tiny hearts find home.
ArborSweet succulent fruits
Boughs heavy and laden
The sunlight through leaves
A songbird’s haven
Deep-reaching roots
Labyrinth in the soil
Stroking the worms
Reaping the earth’s spoils
Feeding off sun’s light
Rest in moon’s shade
Lime green and grass green
Sea green and jade
Blossoms of flowers
Erupt in the spring
Wreathed by the bees
Who hum while they sing
Pale pinks and yellows
Purples, pastels
Light blues and whites
As smooth as sea shells
Rich bark of deep brown
A raw umber tint
Gnarled and snarled
Old and ancient
Towering high
At the peak of its crown
Watch over the forest
The life on the ground
Drinks the raindrops
As they fall down in sheets
And offers cool shade
To all those it meets
Moss grows below it
Hawks soar above
In branches it cradles
The nest of a dove
Cleans out the air
And tills the deep soil
Shelters the animals
When the sky broils
Seedlings and saplings
All grow around
Children and siblings
Our tree all surround
Stands tall like a soldier
One o
Life Tanka Life explodes in green
From buds and blossoms growing
Out of tiny seeds
Taking over where death was
And shaming barren gardens.
strawberriesthe tangy sweetness of early rising suns
and late setting moons
dribbles down my chin,
peach red on my lips
and washed down with thick milk;
our summertime lullabies
have always been filled with the ripe memories
of the way you licked your lips
when the strawberries kissed your tongue
and the crook of my elbows that knelt in the grass,
framing the sunlight through mother nature's eyes;
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Stormy NightsThunder shakes the walls
Yet my love holds me tightly
Fear retracts its claws
Contracts"Will trade flowers for water" -
we strike a summer deal,
renewable each spring.
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Since dawn smells of dew
And light blends with my tea leaves,
I can taste the sun.
IVTall bamboo —
bows down and obeys
the wind's will.
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