Category Archives: Nature

Haiku by Basho


How reluctantly

the bee emerges from deep

within the peony

If you understand others you are very smart


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.

 

Ah Spring! _ A Poem A Day


Pansies stained of crimson

and purple

a sure sign of nature’s healing power

 

Sweet peas sing spring

a sun kissed lovely flower.

Daffodils spread

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!

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem A Day –


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.

 

A Poem a Day – Haiku


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.

 

 

Inspired by Stanley Kunitz


 

(c) Melba Christie 2018

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.

 

 

Haiku Week – The Poems of Issa


Mosquito at my ear

does it think

I’m deaf?

 

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,

O’snail,

but slowly, slowly.

 

What a strange thing!

to be alive

beneath cherry blossoms.

 

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