Slivered thumbnail moon
blowing smoke ring clouds
into an astronomical Stargate
Come fly with me
through a fantastical wormhole
of the imagination
Stargate
Tag Archives: Nature
Stone
Line
Neowise
In the soft early hours of the whippoorwill
The gleam of Earth’s temporary guest
Winds through our solar system
Its furtive tail rising above the tree tops
Hazy at first but growing more luminous by the minute
A race against the very sun that gives it measure
Your awe inspiring journey to places only imagined
Now the making of a magical morning for this earthling
And as you fade into the dayspring I bid farewell
-See you again in 6800 years
Ball of dust and ice
Hurtling through space and time
Another comet tale
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #239: Winding and the Thesaurus Game Challenge: Clandestinely
Peripatetic
Lichen Love
Where once there was nothing
Sprouts delicate symbiosis
Emergent energy intertwined
Into nature’s tangled tattings
Blue green as earth’s beginnings
With antediluvian memories
Surrounding us unnoticed
In a lichen lace soliloquy
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #231: Nothing and #232: Emergent
Super Flower Moon
Night blooming jasmine
Unfurls delicate petals
Waking to the moon
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #230: Moon
Otherness
Out of the brine,
the earliest seems so other
Ordovician beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder
Is it desire or rote primitive urges
that keep this living relic
part of our current web
To be reborn,
as the 450 million year old villain
of our motion picture nightmares
And what do they see of us
do we appear as angels or incubus?
After all,
We crawled out of the ocean too
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #228: Otherness
Isolation
On a balmy spring night
Where the gravid pink moon
Pregnant with summer anticipation
Lumbers toward full
While upon the darkly fen
A sign language of love
Flickers in the misty umbra
“I am here”
Sign language of love
In isolated umbra
Fireflies flicker
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #227: Quarantine
Trapped
There is no point in running
Because there’s no place to go
Trapped by our own behavior
In a state of internal limbo
While the world keeps turning
And nature rebounds
In our absence
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a word Challenge #226: Running
