Nature Poems

Forest-Bathing


emerald exposure

of the trees

refining me

woods walking

where i breathe

medicinal air

fresh and clear

immaculate, pure

on nobody’s ground

just the sound

played through 

earbuds around

my body in action

i imagine

a step dance

in tune to my stroll

in here, i’m gone

from anything but

a peaceful strut

whenever nature

this good and grand

hosts me in green hands

bets are on about this:

afternoons of tangible bliss. 



Shore-Aboard


down the jersey coast

i’ve found the most

fun to have 

in summers prime

when waters warm

i swarm into

the crashing waves

my board upon

the evening haze

paddling out

to points of forming

tides to ride

i slide

on top 

balanced, i prop

myself into 

currents carrying 

floating voyagers

from tidal highs

to sandy lines

i glide

smile wide

with waves rode

in mermaid mode:

a euphoric flow. 


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