Category Archives: Nature
This is a poem I came across and I loved the title.
If you understand others you are smart,
If you understand yourself you are illuminated
If you overcome others you are powerful.
If you overcome yourself you have strength
If you know how to be satisfied you are rich.
If you can act with vigor, you have a will.
If you don’t lose your objectives you can be long-lasting.
If you die without loss, you are eternal.
Wow! I may be half there.
Pansies stained of crimson
a sure sign of nature’s healing power
Sweet peas sing spring
a sun kissed lovely flower.
and smiles grow
when tulips stand tall
and the Ranunculus dazzles us
with it’s colors of pastel
clusters of forsythia brighten the afternoon
Peonies captivate the senses
along with the perfume of gardenias
What a celebration
to remind us
of the resurrection!
Another very favorite poet is Mary Oliver. I have many of her poetry books and feel peace and calmness when I read her poems. Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award, is one of the most celebrated and best-selling poets in America. Some of her books include What Do we Know, The Leaf and the Cloud, Winter Hours and Blue Iris among others.
This is an excerpt of one of my favorites:
Some Questions You Might Ask
“Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?
Who has it, and who doesn’t? ”
I love questions. I think I have mentioned before I was always asking questions which made my mother crazy sometimes. Ms. Oliver’s poems in general make you ponder and ask many questions, especially about nature and life in general.
The following is a poem by Yosa Buson (1716-1783). My painting was inspired by his haiku. Buson was a very good painter and made a living at it. Buson published many poems in anthologies. By the time he reached the age of fifty-five he was known to be the leader of Kyoto poets and the best of modern Haiku poets.
Every spring I try to plant a beautiful garden like the ones I have seen in magazines. No sooner I plant Begonias, Calandula, Petunias and Pansies, our resident cottontail rabbit and occasional visiting deer snap up the fresh or new blooms.
The rabbit loves the clover that grows wild and free in our backyard. Clover is a weed but I cannot bring myself to stripping it because it has very dainty white flowers and because I too love the green leaves.
Therefore, my garden is composed of large ceramic pots. I have resigned to the fact that I may never have a garden except for the improvised one on our deck.
So what does Stanley Kunitz have to do with my want to be garden? Nothing really. Except that Mark Doty once described how Mr. Kunitz would walk through his garden “paying strict attention to every inch of it.”
I too thought about Mr. Kunitz’s visits to his garden. My grandmother never left her house for years except to step out into her small garden. Hers was a real garden. She talked to the flowers and plants; she claimed they would grow more and bloom more robustly.
Thus, I wrote a poem about her love of nature and especially her garden.
Grandma only felt safe in her garden
the lavender plant soothed her soul
and helped her cope with her phobia.
On a few occasions, I heard her sing
to the tiger lilies. They leaned and seemed to listen.
She stood very still as if she were watching out
for prey like the cottontail did on the grassy lawn
there were no prey to speak of
no one would ever harm her
but she listened carefully to nature’s sounds and warnings
every morning among the daffodils
She is gone now
and so is Stanley K.
I wonder if they stand together
in heaven’s divine garden
praying for us here on earth.
Mosquito at my ear
does it think
Issa was a beloved poet. Compared to Robert Burns, he writes poems crickets, flies and other creatures. He was born in 1763 in a small mountain village in central Japan.
Climb Mount Fuji,
but slowly, slowly.
What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.