nature

  • Summer Flowers

    Are there still weddings in this weather?
    It seems that the brides would melt into pools of anxious sugary syrup.
    I suppose the show must go on.
    I’m not as cynical as I once was.
    This activity is no stranger to me than sports or watching television.

    But I do worry about the wilting flowers.
    They will begin to lean over the second the ceremony is over.
    They will question their decision to bear blossom.
    They will falter faced with rainy seasons.

    Care for them Mother.
    The innocent victims of Nature’s drama.
    Protect the fragile sensations.
    Keep the light high enough so they don’t wither,
    And strong enough to draw the attention of their perfect seeking faces.

  • Howling Wolf Blues

    It takes courage to sing
    To let out the wolf’s blood
    Let it rain into the mouths of prey

    Accosted by naysayers
    Yet still unwavering
    Into the moon’s waning ear
    The strains of earthly summer tunes
    Improvised by shutting out the noise
    From the orchestrated blues

    Sometimes she must run
    To escape the mounting tension
    And build up the well
    Until the levees burst violence
    Spray the walls with blood red calm
    Wanting to do no harm
    But the chemical is strong

    As the pull of the goddess mothers face becomes undeniable
    She reaches down into her belly
    Where the fiery pain burns
    Where the gestating movement approaches critical mass
    Stand straight, here comes the rain
    And a thundering howl claps across the American sky
    The ones who were waiting the longest
    Are satisfied by the sound
    And the beast deflates into a shell
    Defeated in the true glory of nature
    The sounds and the cells absorbed
    Into a stark, silent western landscape