cactus is not cruel
it is just so damn thirsty
you’d be prickly too
outdoors
Free but homesick
Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze — ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether.
Watching the April bottlebrush without spectacles
green & light shimmering
dancing in the sunlight
little red fuzzy flames
burn quietly in the breeze
mottled blue patches
of serene springtime sky
blaze beautifully behind
a lively bejeweled scene
medallions of shade and color
twinkle in the afternoon
a mama hummingbird hovers
with wings so fast, silence
is no longer golden — she is
the sounds of the winds
overtake my soul and
carry it far off into the skies
—Terri Guillemets
Ecos
leaves — lovers
of the gentle breeze
trees — brothers
of roots that weave
soil — giver
of life through earth
sun — mother
of golden light’s birth
Solar energy
The sun is nature’s antidepressant.
Eyes on eternity
Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.
Startup
Spring stirs under silent snow.
Sun-kissed
what more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin —
spirit and flesh drinking in
nature’s pure golden light
Incorporated
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
bees don’t invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i’ve never seen a bird
take out nest owner’s insurance