Nature Writing at Raven Chronicles Online
3 poems by James Bertolino
I would like to spread over
the pebbled surface
of duckweed carpeting the slough.
I could find my cousins there,
whose toes fork the water, whose wings
brush the leaves of red and green gathered
like tiny cabbages. Our breathing together
might be Nature lacing us into a sentence
that speaks of the salt and sweet.
Don’t ask what the syllables of estuary
mean––we’re not finished here and
wouldn’t want to know.
To Be Loved by Nature
two roses that open
outside the bedroom window in late November
Nature shapes your thoughts
to a petal’s memory
Nature precedes the fixed spirit of the reeds
To love and be loved by Nature
is water’s idea
Nature embraces rain
Nature plants passion beneath
Nature claims the small blue mouth
at the base of the spine
She lays her flute down.
It is Spring.
She needs to be enclosed
by the green which can lift her
beyond her senses, over the structures
of music to where motion becomes
a desire for form. But God
touches her ear
with a butterfly wing
while His devil pushes mud up
between her toes.