Poems on Nature & Animals
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I have had a passion for nature all my life.. animals, trees, crystals, the moon and stars... yes the beauty of nature in the whole manifested universe is a source of constant joy to me.

Mother Nature speaks very profoundly to those who are prepared to open themselves to the subtle voice of the Spirit. We are all interlinked on the web of life - Macrocosm, Microcosm ... As Above, So Below . Yes our bodies are made of stardust. How wonderful

 

The Crows
The crows are silent tonight
Sitting in dark silhouette in the branches
I look out at the slate grey sky and my spirit rises
How can anyone without any money have my riches?
For my crows are usually there at the important times
Dawn and dusk….just as their nature
Crow medicine talks of the carrier
The messenger between worlds
The spirit traveller in bird form
Such mumbo jumbo you may say
Who of an intelligent mind would believe you say?
But my friends are all around me at those special times
Their black bodies en masse make me feel secure and loved
I do not know where they go at night
Their branches are bare and await their arrival
I only know that with the first rays of my new day
My crow brothers are there sitting in the branches, observing. Waiting
So I get my coffee and sit back down to look at those dark messengers of night
And without any obvious signal, they soar up from the trees squawking
My guardians have gone to where the crows go
And my day has begun.
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On Being Youg And The Gifts Of Such
How sad you did not know me then
When dreams were easy
And nothing was impossible
Seen through my eyes I could make the heavens smile
I manufactured the first fall of snow
Always on a Sunday
So we could all enjoy it
Did you never guess?

I held magic in my arms
I made exquisite portals
through sprouted tree stumps
All you had to do was walk through
How easy is that?
How wonderful is that?

The long pine needles of the Scots Pine
Were used to fan Cleopatra
The Yew berries held dark charms
Laburnums to me were the gifts of life
Appreciated, used wisely, always respected
For the blossoms that intoxicate you with their beauty
Will be your undo-ing should you eat their seeds

The Horse Chestnut was my hero
Strong, dependable, and ostentatious in his splendour
How could you ever not love him?
He tempted me every autumn with his treasure...
In his branches I was safe and secure
The cherry tree that stealthy bitch!
Pretending all year to be 'oh so demure'
Then in April exposing herself as the showgirl she is
Who can look at her and doubt a higher power?
Never me...

Nature has been my wet nurse
Then my infant guardian
She has guided me through childhood
With her willing participants
she has given me Mother Moon
to listen to my adolescent ramblings
to be my teenage counsellor.

Holly grows in green splendour
All year around transfixes
those with eyes to see
To appreciate her dark leaves
and contrasting bright red berries
she protects those in her environment

Ivy, that inconspicuous crawler
With her otherworldly ways
Creeps as you sleep,
she is a dark creature
With a mission to fulfil
Not good nor bad she spreads in stealth
Especially over derelict buildings, old houses
Yes, nature / God will never forsake you
Just because you cease to thrive

The Maple delights us
In her total extravagance of foliage
Such a drama queen she has to be seen in spring
Recognisable by her shameless orgasm of green
Then, never to be out done,
Her explosion of orange and yellow
transfixes our eyes
in Autumn

Should anyone ever ask me?
That silly question
"What do you mean when you say
The trees speak to you
Have their own personality?"

What can I say?
,
Belonging
Went to my outbuildings
To fetch some wood
And the crows
were in the high branches
Four of their magpie cousins flew past
The cows across the road ignored me Sometimes
I take in my washing
Under a sky so jewelled
I feel I have already died
And gone to heaven
Or leave my curtains open
So mother moon can
Gift me

In windy weather
The trees make such a commotion
Like it's all new to them
Silly gossip
The older ones
Stay silent

And yet
People still ask
Are you not lonely?
Are you not scared?

Why?
I am in the very
Heart
of my family.
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