- Nature Poetry



water dance

water wood
round dance,
reel dance,
raging rumba

drip drop
tip tip tap dance
H two O
phloem tango
and lyrical
flowering waltz

musing
with a terpsichorean
cavorting
in time, a gavotte

corps de ballet
in a conga

eurhythmics
of the earthly
celestial
choreographer

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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imagine,
wonder if
everything is conscious,
every atom
every cell
aware

aware and watching

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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the terror of trees
whispers in my bones
rages in my belly

sensitive
to green life force,
a searing price
in this planet destroying age

I can not run
must bare witness.
I long to lie
serene
in my Mother’s Garden

Eden no longer
sacred,
oil soaked engines
roar and slice
who decides
which life
is precious?

not the Goddess
nor even the God
someone’s fat greedy
wallet
determines life’s fate

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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magic selkie
of the sea
heart and soul
of the purest maid
sleek flesh,
one with waves
smooth flow
of water,
conscious,
come alive

sorrow of the seals
global seas rising
all the salty tears
of proud mothers
seeing
wild eyed
young ones
untimely killed

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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Palmsproud palms
sail the sky
in a love dance
with the wind,
ground rooted
air centered
trunk,
of flexible strength

ships of cloud
and bird wings
sparkle in the light
all sway in response
to the island,
sacred life

secret frog song,
wise monks,
form the chorus of the night

morning doves,
gentle jeweled feathers
heads all a-bob
in their back
and forth business
amidst
the tourist tide

cheeky wee
black and yellow
crested ones
await
an abandoned plate

Coconutsand I am back
after years
being dried and dessicated
blooming and lush
in love again
with coconuts

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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come wild mother
show me
the pulse
of your bloody
bleeding heart

I love
your green heart
more

red green entwine
crimson sacrifice
amidst
verdant
twirling vine

fertile fruit
and egg
ah wombed one

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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life
conscious
wild, ordered
tender neglect
wholeness of rain
manifest
woman feast
leaf
flower
root
earth to sky
perfection

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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we tear
the land,
sully the water,
play
with our petit order

leave space
for our creative
Mother

or our squares
our building blocks
will become catacombs,
our tombs

time bomb
tick talk

stinging rain,
we must be
insane

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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roots aching,
phantom limbs
long to sway
in earth’s breath winds,

long to embrace
hummingbirds
of bijoux winged energy

long to nestle
the tender sparrow
in protective arms

and be crowned
by the blood-spired cardinal

restless ghost trees
sighing
remember your roots
keep the sacred memories
of the long lost faith

old trees teach
young trees
to hold earth with sky
they tire,
fear
so few left
who remember
how to hold
creation together

the young trees
soldiers
in Gaia’s garden
severed
in their early prime
to feed
the whirring
whining blades
who will live
to wise hoary age,
send hidden dentrites,
earth links,
keep the ancient
protective spells
alive?

use your paper
your wood well.
Dryads
lovingly sacrifice,
give beloved limbs
to make books
of beauty
and pulsing,
musical,
instruments
divine

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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the tiny bud
wanted so
to sun grow
root go
sacred rain flow
be at one
in the life force

she had a holy quest
to stand strong
hold firm
keep earth and sky
not split but whole
so few
old trees
to hold
the blessed union

many rings of time
needed to understand
the spiral dance
strong arms
supple hearts
to sway
with wind and sky
to beat
foliage wings divine
to grow
in the balance
of up and down

the bud
has patience
to evolve
deep character
but fears a felling
within
the uniform
unremarkable
masses

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick

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mother’s pumps
are aching

tail pumps
tree pumps
wing pumps
heart pumps
sap pumps
hydrogen,
oxygen pumps

mother’s pumps
are breaking

elemental
water
fire
wind
and earth
pumps
the sacred pumps
keep the flow,
in balance

floods and storms,
forests burn,
mud sliding,
webs wilting
fields of energy torn

mother’s pumps
breaking
her children
not awaking

–Lesley Walker-Fitzpatrick