nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rabbits Paw
Are you searching? For the lucky clover Or is it inherent roving From which you suffer I presume your days are planned Seems you’re destined to uncover Some mystery quite grand You insatiable lover This morning I saw Three of your little babies Trapping me in a state of awe Whilst speaking the vernacular of sages Quite succulent is this weed And it stains your teeth red To his brother, who agreed! The fawn colored one said A third let out a squeak And seemed to nod his head The morning still damp and bleak An ant procession dismantles a scrap of bread. Now they voraciously chew Implying dandelions Is to them a taste quite new! I captivated! Lean on a post of iron Hopping around now Seeming to play a game of tag Frolic they, so agile! Wow! Stomachs bearing a telltale sag. Sniffing the air Somehow, her approach they detect With not a moment to spare In a line, from my presence they eject Chasing after mother Of them, was the last I saw! Except trails one next the other Preserved in mud, rabbits paw.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
The stream
The stream in the backyard Overflowed its banks yesterday. Displacing the solitary mud crabs. Who burrowed into its cool soft banks? They scrambled to find a place of refuge. As the waters swelled inching, Creeping into their homes. The crickets leapt crisscrossing. Seeking refuge around the yard, From the impeding deluge. Centipedes barrage unto vertical surfaces. Procuring higher ground. This was preceded by the cockroaches Scared for their lives. I have always been amazed by nature! Studying her signs and cues. Tells stories unknown to most A fleet of scattering roaches Has always led to the revealing Of giant centipedes on the prowl Quite the formidable huntress. When hermit crabs mount trees in troves A hurricane is imminent! Then there is the winged ants! Scattering! They leave their hills. Swarming where dry ground is found. As if they have some secret Wi-Fi Making wireless messages to announce the find. They transport pearly eggs between their feet Preserving the hive, abandoning the home. I once saw a mongoose. Playfully stalking a white bellied dove. He’d prance onto branches of low shrubs Not unlike a kitten! Then summersault off in an effort A very acrobatic one I may add. To procure his meal. Must be a delicacy Good hunting Mr. Mongoose.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
San Rafael
Springtime! How lovely the rains you bring! Wild weeds cover the fields. Be careful! The bees, they sting! The orchards are come alive! Such aroma fills the air. Sunny days, clear blue skies. Quite captivating the view As thousands of acres bloom Awaken from winters’ slumber, on cue! The peach blossom, pink. The plums, they white. Row upon row, like a chain’s link. The workers out in the fields. Removing excess flowers. With the long handled rakes they wield. I watch them work for hours In their almost mechanical forms. Under the burning sun, hoping for midday showers. With coca leaves stuck in their cheeks. They tirelessly super-human become. Transplanting tomatoes, onions and leeks. The aural magic of the aves. Command the waves of sound. How lovely it is? Ya tu saves! At nights these songs change. As men attend the asado. To me this music ‘s strange. Their beats consumed with dancing! Cumbia, salsa, bachata. Young and old, cheering prancing! How I love Argentina!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Snow
Stop! Look! Cast your eyes There to the north Upon the skies Its demeanor is quite wroth! Clouds speed on by Gloomy! Dark! Snowbird cries The last of the ducks Southerly flies Rather late! These flocks. Clouds speed on by For a moment I, lost Looked away into tomorrow The chilled air brought frost. Migrants from the tropic’s sorrow Clouds speed on by Then! As if out of nowhere A soft brittle flake Interrupted my frozen stare Masses following in its wake Clouds tightly packed, cry! Oh my! To mu amuse Could it really be snow? As if not a moment to loose Flakes wave, the wind blows Clouds dark blanket the sky. My face, the victim of my surprise Pressed against the widow Serenity envelops Earth Sea and skies! Colliding flakes, the street light aglow Clouds dark! Blanket the sky. You ok! Of me, asked she But hears no reply I am enslaved, never again free. My fascination I cannot deny Clouds dark! Beguile my eye. Now an hour hat gone by As did four bottles o’ beer ‘Tis still 4:20 why? Oblivious, without a care. Clouds dark! Slowly die Peeling my eyes from the glass Cough! 4:20 throat dry. Another beer! Drink fast! ‘Don’t worry sledding tomorrow’ sigh! Clouds vanish! Wipe my eyes.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
