Nature Poems

Mountain speaks slowly no one generation of us hears the full story its voice the cracking ice in the Spring the hum of wind through the trees a roar of the falls gentle babbling of streams raging scream of summer fire the chatter of stones on the skree Mountain is not an alter symbol or geology it breathes sustains a community including me

Alice in the mirror chews the red flesh of the pig imbas forosnai sees leaves blow away from the tree the wind carries her cloak away branches her bones remain fibonacci symmetry Amergin’s song she hums becoming wind on the sea am tond trethan am fúaim mara her wings unfurl as a hawk from a cliff leaps to plow the clouds

you’ve been asleep too long She said look at you with your bully boo hair and scrunchy eyes face in a book way past dark mind stuck in some twitchy tangled bower those pages won’t show you the bee dancing the way to the meadow flowers the birdsong on the winds smells of dewy grass and pine slow conversations of the mountains the sun is bright today go out and play you’ve been asleep too long She said wake up sleepy head and look at me

within the present there is presence lift the word from the page to find footprints in the dirt the smell of sea salt sound of waves a moment when place expands infinite horizon encircles in the meadow behind my grandmother's house is a verse of song i know because I left it there when I walk i sing the meadow memory and I am with her tea and biscuits oil stove and table

we are modulated beings a narrow bandwidth of frequency is our perceived reality limited to maximize physical existence utility we cannot 5 sense other consciousness flowing around us as like water and air the static between tuned stations we skip through holds much information Blake's grain of sand a key to unlock a window waiting to be opened that once seen is a mind boggling view

enfold between sea and sky water well and dragon fire Brighids 3 and maidens 9 Ceridwen knows reality lies somewhere between Mephisto’s glare and the Cheshire cat’s fading smile

in between what is and what ought to be i float on the Sargasso Sea listening with Van Gogh’s ear to thoughts too deep for tears. i ask Her: who am I? to seek the dying gods, to breathe another’s breath, to be the dew, the fallen leaf, a footprint in the sand washed by the sea. She whispers: gently sleep, close your eyes — you will never be old to me. love flows from my river. you will always be he lays down his sword, walks past the Maiden, back into the mouth of the dragon

a time of silence Ogma does not speak. Sophia sings through leaves babbling water scent of pine snarls and blood of birth and feeding i am here this river flows into my navel many channels and deep memories of rain and tears dancing along the lifeline of Chiron’s hand this ridge along the milky river i am here Miach in Airmed’s care cruithear

Filled with water and life This planet thrives with might They call it blue for its water I call it blue as it gets hotter What will prevail is a question for all But cant we agree to keep this planet strong?

storm is blowin’ hard rain lashes wind sings through the branches a wolf’s lullaby makes for heavy eyes under canvas dream ascends my face is bark and leaves my feet padded pupils separate to become 3 horns burst from my head cycle of death and life circulate in my heart i run in search of You chasing memories old listening to distant howls following an ancient Path calling me home