Short Poems About Nature

The earth is trying something underneath— you feel it in the softness of the ground, a stirring, like a sleeper holding breath

Praise the cracking open of the seed, the blind ambition of the buried root, the robin's first bewildered, breathless creed

After the rainfall, a snail draws its silver line across the stone step.

November twilight— the scarecrow still stands alone. Sparrows left in June.