#Nature – Kevin Parish

THE LAND OF MAJESTY… a poem

blue lake and rainbow under nimbus clouds

Come little children

Come with me

To the land of majesty

Moonlit nights and stars above

Sunshine days

All filled with love

Come little children

Come with me

To the land of majesty

Mountain tops

And rainbow highs

Where gentle winds

Sing lullaby’s

Babbling brooks

That tell the tales

Of tiny hero’s riding snails

Where all the days

Are filled with smiles

And flowers bloom

For miles and miles

Come little children

Come with me

To the land of majesty

Heaven’s gates are opened wide

And all our lives

Are justified

FEEDING… a poem

Seemingly flying

In slow motion

Diving down

To catch a bite

Wings spread wide

Above the ocean

Spearing head-long

Folded in tight

Oh, tiny fish

Caught unawares

Into the belly of the Pelican

Amid gawking stares

Of other little fish

Who count the days

Until their turn comes

Among the waves

BEAUTY… a poem

Fresh fallen snow

On the treetop boughs

Heavy-laden limbs

Of Mother Nature – arouse

A lone male Cardinal

Such beauty in red

Sits upon a limb

Snowflakes on his head

A judder, a shake, a didder and jolt

And off flies the bird

Shot like a bolt

Only to return

His mate in tow

Beautiful together

In the fresh fallen snow

LITTLE SNOWFLAKE… a poem

Hey, little snowflake

Floating to the ground

Along comes the wind

And tosses you around

Back into the air

Swirling to and fro

Until you finally make it down

And become the status quo

FIREFLIES… a poem

green and black trees close-up photography — Image credit

I follow the fireflies

On most balmy eves

Down near the bay shore

By the stand of pine trees

They’d wink on their lights

For the briefest of secs

As I got a little closer

Falling under the hex

Then like a magician

They’d just disappear

And I’d stand there real still

Out in the clear

With a jar in one hand

And its lid in the other

In hopes I could catch one

Along with his brother

To light up the nighttime

In my little bedroom

Then let them all go

When the morning does bloom

Don’t eat the berries… a poem

After eating the berries

In the woods where I walked

I sat leaning against a tree

And in my delirium, talked

To the gnomes and elves

That were circling round me

Apparently they

Had been hiding in the tree

I inquired why the light

Was getting so dim

As I took my last breath

And became one of them

VESUVIUS… a poem

Vesuvius, Vesuvius
Why is your anger waged?
Are we not worthy of your compassion?
Though you are mighty,
Can we not be saved?

Lightning from the Heavens
Strike down in wrath, it's true.
But, you, a titan
Have you no pathos
For the rage that rages in you?

Hear our pleas
Our anguish and cries
As upon our knees we beseech thee.
Oh, Vesuvius, in your power lies
To free these people beneath thee.