Nature poems.

Part 1: the seeing.

Penned nature poems
In the darkness of twilight
For your child's pleasure.

Purple sky streaked with
Milk, and a Moon of pale death
Throwing light on trees.

The outlines are framed
In front of mountains and creeks;
Carried down river.

Part 2: the calling.

Coyotes beg the
Moon to come down and play; far
From its starry friends.

The trees seperate
As if channeling nature's
Will; wind scowls: deep tones.

And the night is writ
Like it's for my eyes only,
And I write the night.

Part 3: the being.

Nature poems: my
Play thing, in the dead of night;
When all has made winks.

Submerged in deep sleep,
But hearts thud in baritone;
In my mind, I hear.

Water is the life;
For the life of me, never
Might we become merged.

Part 4: the becoming.

When all is quiet,
I see your eye above the
Trees; you call to me.

You whisper in my
Ears and caress my senses
With autumnal words.

When my eyes open
I can smell your life and waste,
And I see clearly.