This Sunday Morning 

Quite warm already

Neighborhood birds, quite subdued 

Robbed of their vigor?

Thunder Struck 

brilliant arcs 

cross the sky

boisterous clamor 

accompanies

impressive qualities

nature’s domination

reminded 

Birdsong Early Morn 

In the dark pre-Dawn

All the birds now come to life 

Nature’s opulence

Fireflies 

As the firefly 

Moves across

The darkness 

Leaving a trail…

Moments fleeting 

Into memory

Then mist’s winds 

Drag them

Beyond the treetops 

Up to the stars 

A view from my commute 

Within the hard rain 

Atop steel tree; watching 

A hawk sits, hungry 

​Nature’s not mocked

​Nature’s not mocked

For she holds all the power 

We are but trifles 

Morning moves forward

Morning moves forward

Dawn’s transition fades to light 

Life, again, renewed 

Mushrooms 

In dark woods thriving 

Nourished by the richest earth

Glorious nature

Distasteful flavors

Yet I find them beautiful

With potential death