Nature in the Now – Page 2 – Tiny Seed Literary Journal

4 Haiku

Urges Pond ducklings belly flop Furious feet, motor tails — Minnows duck and hide Catnip Tail end of winter — Beside the fire, a striped cat Dreaming of tiger Harvest…

Eye Stretching

Rich men strive so industrious to dig up treasures from the ground, then build mansions illustrious on the nicest land they’ve found. Timid animals choose holes to rest; lions,…

Ode to Things

-Rosalind Brenner Rosalind Brenner is a poet and painter/ stained glass artist living in East Hampton, NY. Her poetry has appeared in the literary journals: The Arroyo Review, Ontologica,…

To a Tree

I have traced the pockmarks of your skin; and felt the record of your life. You let me see that every year a part of you must die so that…

Fish in Geneva State Park

The barbelled male with wide lugubrious head seems poised, or somewhat poised, as I gaze down. It’s the first warm day of spring. Not so the female. She does…

The Universe is a Loud Place

NASA has recorded the interactions of electromagnetic particles from solar wind, ionosphere, and planetary magnetosphere, and translated these vibrations into sound waves. Lie on your back on the front…

Ladybug, Ladybug

Roly-poly firebug, round as a gumdrop, alights on a jumper, blazing like Lucifer. She glows, all splotched with hot coal dots-- bright button stitched on a Sunday frock. …

August

the sliced peach heavy with juice glistens on the summer plate chunks torn from the pit jagged where red life seeped into the yellow flesh chewy skin dried…

Ferns

The hardy, Irish wild fern sits in the dark, wet garden of my childhood. I scrape its black spores off the back of its body - spores that won't…

Owl Eye

All thinking stop for a moment, at least, so I might look this owl in his pitch black eyeball of shine and sorrow and ask him please, to show me…

Three Haiku

Full pothole on a dry road - splash! * Leaf fall - spiders bursting from the web * Bumbling along behind glass - first bee of spring - James…

pheromone dysphoria

if only the bees would swarm for me but i am not proficient in the queen’s english yet i must insist my musk speaks matriarchy -Vivian Ia Vivian Ia lives…

Savor

At the pepper peddler, red through purple hues waxy sweet in the sun. Each row a rainbow with heirloom types ripe, with smells to wake the April smile. Sweater draped…

Love Poem to a Mushroom

Tiny turkey-tail treasures etched with essence of earth. Color of northwest sea-forest southwest desert-dirt. Lines of landscape as seen from sky and iridescent dragonfly eye. Fuzzy to my fingers, who…

cloudless

sky thru pines before twilight cloudless pink, fire opal shimmer, stillness. this sky — the rosy mantle of benediction. – Carol Lynne Knight As co-director of Anhinga Press, Carol Lynne…

Nature in the Now

Whitney Spur Trail

Photograph by John Greiner-Ferris I worked as a corporate photographer/writer for years. In 2007 I put the camera down and dedicated myself full-time to the theater: acting, writing plays, forming…

Fiddler Crab

Fiddler crab rambles sideways through sea oats along the dunes in its circadian lilt, turning dark in the day, light as evening falls. His foreboding claw ready to attack or…

Transition

Photograph by Myron L. Pulier Myron L. Pulier is a clinical associate professor of psychiatry at Rutgers New Jersey Medical School.

Nature in the Now

Black Pond Road, Cape Cod

Photograph by John Greiner-Ferris I worked as a corporate photographer/writer for years. In 2007 I put the camera down and dedicated myself full-time to the theater: acting, writing plays, forming…

Cultivating Joy

Chocolate eggs sprout in the yard Armed with a whicker basket You’re on the hunt Tulips bloom in cascading colours Red speckled with black You pause In awe of a…

I Know You

- Austrie Martinez Austrie Martinez is an Air Force veteran and internationally published writer. Her work has been published in the Baltimore Fishbowl, Into the Void Magazine, UNBLOC Zine and…