Explore Poems: Nature

The migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic. 
With mathematical complexity, wind 
over sand 
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Ropes …

I heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing…

Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
                         speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
                                       of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.

in the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas

Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable

from the…

Wake, butterfly—
it's late, we've miles
to go together.

  "When one is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and…

We should not mind so small a flower 
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the …

Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His shy House—
And baffles quest—

These are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield…

It's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…

Enough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower
and snowshoes, maple and seeds, samara and shoot,
enough…

And though we had fed long and well at the table
  the talk always turned to whether to go on
regardless…

On my way to the fertility clinic,
         I pass five dead animals.

First a raccoon with all four paws…

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry …

It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …

                                      PRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born…

The city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat

On roofs and terraces, …

The probability in the yard:

The rodent keeps the cat close by;

The cat would sharp at the bird;

The…

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