Category Archives: Nature Verses

FOUR SEASONS Snowflakes, starry winter-flowers falling from the far-off sky. Tumbling lightly, shining brightly, dancing downward, piling high on the town’s tall garden fences, roofs of houses; all around blanketing the whole wide city. Icicles, those glittering crystals, sun-drenched, gleaming, … Continue reading →

THE BEE A lake that mirrors faithfully and gives back my reflection reflects my thoughts. Oh water, essence of my being, so still at times, I dare not breathe. I feel like sending you my soul, I think, and right … Continue reading →

ON A MOMENT’S LOAN Dew fresh, the world is all brand-new, air-rippled, trembling, crystal-blue. Beneath the pine, stand upright, straight, brown cones that fell and tumbled down. Yet now it seems as if they’d grown in rows of circles ’round … Continue reading →

GREEN GREETINGS There’s a chubby green face in the old gnarled tree. It sits tippy-top on a twig. It’s got eyes, nose and mouth and … fancy that: it’s even got a wig. Then the wind comes and takes it, … Continue reading →

Strictly For The Birds While reading I can hear you sing insisting so to put away my book and pay attention to your thrills, your songs, your company. You sit there, then you fly amongst the treetops and amongst green … Continue reading →

Bluebells Bluebells, how they dance and swing on the meadow where they bring heav’n to earth! I hear them ring faintly first, then, as they cling globe to globe they seem to sing cherished melodies of old. Oh, the joy … Continue reading →

DEAR NEIGHBORS Beyond the hedge in neighbor’s yard hydrangeas grow. Their lavendar and light-blue blooms hang heavily their big round heads. Beyond my neighbor’s wooden fence there is a show of lilac phlox, and in the garden beyond that red … Continue reading →

RAIN For Stella Busch-Witte RAIN Brave young shoots on April branches. Though sheltered by a rusty pine Sudden winds shake every leaf bud While the timbers howl and whine. Siren’s screaming in the distance, Dog is barking out of tune. … Continue reading →

DAYFLY The fly walks over the cuttingboard. That fly lives only one day. One day in the life of a one day fly And the wind soon blows it away. But the fly as a species is eons old. That … Continue reading →