Category Archives: Environment
Why is the Tree so Green?
Yes. the sun is bright. The sky is a simple blue clouds piled high, white towers on top of black There is a nice, cool breeze But why is the tree so green? At the Bach, Beethoven and Brunch concert … Continue reading
Weather Reveals
The window, its curtains open, shows us green leaves filling the space in-between our house and the house next door. Day fades. The rain on the leaves drums relentlessly, visibly. Trees sway to and fro in the rising wind. So … Continue reading
The Balloon Escapes
The balloon keeps rising. It leaves the celebrating crowd. As it rises it grows smaller. The gay red becomes a dark dot against the evening sky. It is free, unencumbered. Its string dangles. Then it disappears. The balloon has escaped. … Continue reading
It’s Not Darkest
Pre-dawn sit, just me, at my brother-in-law’s. I look out the window and focus on stubble, Indiana fields that I cannot yet see. The black sky fades to gray. An underlying blue starts to appear, as the eye goes down … Continue reading
Inevitably, the Leaves Turn
(The last stanza is a haiku) Inevitably, the leaves turn gold or red, then brown. Then they will fall. Somehow, this display, these colors are not as attractive to me at 57. But I will pick the prettiest leaves to … Continue reading
A set of haiku on the Environment
Men and dogs dream cars and rabbits. Cats dream and the world turns. White cloud towers: built on black foundations. But they won’t last. The river is even wetter, and gray in a spring rain Old row houses: deferred maintenance. … Continue reading
Meditations on Land Form (A set of haiku on the Environment)
Land forms. Look, listen: this is how it happens. Uplifts make highlands. Erosion makes valleys. Bright peaks, shade dark, loud water, and boast, “I’m tallest.” Mountains boast. The fast stream won’t stop to listen. Relentless – snow, rain, a hard … Continue reading
Seasons Change (A set of haiku on the Environment)
A red scarf Under budding trees Lures snowflakes. Grass never Looks greener than in April snow. Early light, but chilly – it’s still Early spring. It can’t be snow on the sidewalk. Maybe apple blossoms. Rain at dusk Dampens streets. … Continue reading
fireflies
Fireflies in sync share their beautiful mating ritual.
Jon Robison Poetry 