Rainforest Poetry

Soul Song Life has riddles riding its hours like surfboards upon high waves why life gives and takes back life we ache to understa...

It was nearly the end of her life as we know it Of that much I was sure her fingers found my quiet arm And laid upon it like fragments of a ...

A band of clouds lives on the rim of the world Their reflection in the salty sea is white on blue It is there the fiddlers play all afternoo...

It was a calm season for storms Then the night of the Lyrids came   Fancy rains from boiling skies Separating us from the streaking meteor...

It is not that I long for your sweet muguet du bois because it is yours   and not mine It is not that your Cecile Brunner rose   smells swee...

Late in the Day a large moth Winged into the window mistaking it for an aircraft carrier Apparently Befuddled by the large expanse of ocea...

Her secrets spilled out like spools of colored threads from a tipped basket Never one to keep anything to herself She shed ideas m...