Nature Poetry

• Fragmentary Blue
  

  Why make so much of fragmentary blue
  In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
  Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
  When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

  Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
  Though some savants make earth include the sky;
  And blue so far above us comes so high,
  It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

  
  In Nature - 150 days ago
• Desert Places
  

  Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
  In a field I looked into going past,
  And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
  But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

  The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
  All animals are smothered in their lairs.
  I am too absent-spirited to count;
  The loneliness includes me unawares.

  And lonely as it is that loneliness
  Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
  A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
  With no expression, nothing to express.

  They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
  Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
  I have it in me so much nearer home
  To scare myself with my own desert places.

  
  In Nature - 150 days ago