Nature Poems: excerpt from Sabbaths, VII, by Wendell Berry

There is a place you can gowhere you are quiet,a place of water and the light on the water. Trees are there,leaves, and the lighton leaves moved by air. Birds, singing, moveamong leaves, in leaf shadow.After many years you have come to no thought of these,but they are themselvesyour thoughts. There seems to be little…

POEMS: “Nature” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1878)

  “Nature” (1878)   As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,Leads by the hand her little child to bed,Half willing, half reluctant to be led,And leave his broken playthings on the floor,Still gazing at them through the open door,Nor wholly reassured and comfortedBy promises of others in their stead,Which, though more splendid, may…

PROFOUND POEMS: “Passerby, These are Words” by Yves Bonnefoy

Passerby, These are Words Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of letters eaten by grass. Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names. It flits between two sprays of leaves, Carrying the sound of…

NATURE POEMS: “Why I need the birds” by Lisel Mueller

  Why I Need the Birds When I hear them call in the morning, before I am quite awake, my bed is already traveling the daily rainbow, the arc toward evening; and the birds, leading their own discreet lives of hunger and watchfulness, are with me all the way, always a little ahead of me…

“The legacy of trees”…. amazing article (and video 18 minutes)

    Like humans, trees are extremely social creatures, utterly dependent on each other for their survival. And, as it is with us, communication is key. After scientists discovered pine tree roots could transfer carbon to other pine tree roots in a lab, ecology professor Suzanne Simard set out to figure out how they did…

Nature Poems: “”We have a beautiful mother” by Alice Walker

art by Jim Warren | The Beautiful Moods of Mother Earth | Illusion art “We have a beautiful mother”     We have a beautiful Mother Her hills Are buffaloes Her buffaloes Hills. We have a beautiful Mother Her oceans Are wombs Her wombs Oceans. We have a beautiful Mother Her teeth The white stones…