What is the wind
But a river of vapour,
Ocean current of urgency
Transcending the tide.
Vagabond Prophet
Tag: nature
From slim branches
Great leaves bloom
Providing shade
Outside of the womb.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sometimes I miss sleeping outside.
Resting in time with the earth,
Waking to the wind or the rain or snow
Gently prodding me awake.
Vagabond Prophet
High Tide
High tide low tide
Leaving lines on the rocks,
Gushing forth creeping back
Never sitting still.
When you’re shallow here
Are you deeper elsewhere?
Lapping at my shins
Are you thigh deep for another?
Your might unrivaled
Your vengeance always complete.
Your thirst always quenched
And hunger ever satisfied.
Whether carving stone
With a patient chisel
Or smothering flames
In a hasty torrent.
You’re always beautiful
Always terrifying
And you always
Sustain my being.
– Vagabond Prophet
Stick it in at 350 degrees
Bake until golden brown,
Were you using the same cookbook
When you made today?– Vagabond Prophet
Same above as below
Like a still lake
At first light
Reflecting sun and sky.
That’s how I want to reflect you.
Help me?
– Vagabond Prophet
February
Estuary
Between winter muds
And spring buds
No lens captures truly
This beauty unruly.– Vagabond Prophet
February
Estuary
Between winter muds
And spring buds
No lens captures truly
This beauty unruly.
– Vagabond Prophet
Same above as below
Like a still lake
At first light
Reflecting sun and sky.
That’s how I want to reflect you.
Help me?
– Vagabond Prophet
Lunar Lamplight
Dark yet outside
Can just make out your shape
By luminescent lunar lamplight.
Standing boldly in the courtyard
Stretching to the sky
Fingers reaching desperately.
Little bit’s broken by ice
But you’re still climbing
Aching to be higher.
Almost time to get your leaves back,
Each ring that gets added
You get closer to the heavens.
– Vagabond Prophet
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