Dear friends, The image above is of wood in Berkeley, California. And yes, there are deer and wild cats in the woods. In such an environment, reptiles – snakes and lizards are abundant. There are numerous bird species. Some species are new to me or I have read about them in books or seen them […]
Category: Nature
Night Poem: Brewing Storm
Dark cloudsAnd lightningSilhouettesDogs barkBurdened roofsWary inhabitantsDancing curtainsUnruly candlelightNeighbors yawnFaint pillow talksWhistling windChilly breezesAll waitingFor a brewing storm
Daybreak
Getting up to faint bird tweetsWhen golden shine sifts through curtainsAnd morning airs – so delightful and swiftWander through this little town I heard the older folk greetThey talk of night’s heavy rainBut as the storm is now pastA mild drizzle cheers the lawn Sunlight warms my room and townEach cosy day is a blessing […]
There are few stars out thereTwinkling across the horizonTo shine a special light uponMan and hills he calls home
I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke up that I was not happy – Ernest Hemingway
Rumbling Clouds
The rumbling clouds talk to meCracking through the dark skiesSprinkling raindrops on my stepsTwilight emerges above the skiesThe quiet evening brings about A batch of cold wind & shower
Sheldrick Wildlife Trust is going a great job in wildlife conservation in Kenya. Check out their website to see what they do or support them: https://links.sheldrickwildlifetrust.org/
Indeed, whenever I see images of sleeping lions, Mariam Makeba’s song starts playing in my mind. But don’t let those cute and innocent looking sleeping cats fool you! They would be awake at the slightest noise. Now hush! It’s a good night for me and the lions! 😴🦁
The Night is Pregnant
Now it’s raining again! The clouds quietly gather For Night is heavy with child And ready to yield pots of water! Lightning draw caricatures Across the blackened skies Frightening all who are awake These expectant clouds Or mischievous lightning Knew to keep heavy sleepers awake
African big cats are unbelievable, I could watch this video from ‘The Lion and Safari Park’ all day! Lions are my favourite big cats. When you hear this in person it awakens a type of primal fear in you that really can’t be put into words. Come let’s roar together! 🦁
A herd of African Elephants
My Brook – Oko’pia
From home in quiet hamlets, I hear your surgeTelling stories when you pass through the roaring current,Through white clouds painted by sound sunlight,And greener footpaths, heading towards the waterfallsI sit on the banks, to hear rumours of the wild woods,Surrounding trees and happy birds blow me kisses,Farther off, children pick palm fruits and rocksSeeking a […]
Happy Stars
Happy stars are outBeige dusk, moonlightOn pathways brightKept in the looming mistWindy evening gustBlow out on the hamletOverlooking hills & sunsetBrewer of legends & myths,A sleepy moment of twilightAnd fascinating one for that
Night Rain
Fresh air stirRaindrops fallHard roof drums
Fade
Nothing compares to speeches made by the eyes,When memories tumble into faint sighsWhen this glamour fade before morningOn fallen tree leaves, where once we played,A reminder of sadness – the demise of a unionOne which was once but could not be seen
Night Poem: Bald Moon
Misty tasteBald moonshineLonely silhouettes
When Night Is No Man’s Friend
The dark know many a fury When from the back of hills Shadows, fog play on paths When the moon is weary And the cold grip of rebuff, Of howling, unholy laughter Frighten the quiet evening, Sending chills down spines The path is hidden in smog Throwing over the hamlet A blanket of fear and […]
Flower| Robin Bliss
Wandering slowly down the streetMoving dead beat weary feetWanted to go out,get some airSo exhausted, as I can bearSeeing flattened wooden benchSitting on it makes some senseResting now my tired bonesWith a sigh and quiet groans Thinking I’ve had enough of lifeWith this illness so much strifeThen I saw a flower growingHow it got there […]
The Earth has music for those who listen – William Shakespeare Now the woodland singMany voices play out,Zithering cricketsHissing reptilesTweeting birdsAnd snorting boars All incessant criesFrom hawks and egretsThe sky an airy circus,Below squirrels and rodentsForage through tree rootsWhen beloved nuts drop Water from rapidsThrow fine curtainsDown on dull rocksWhen the rush reachPebbles hurdle jointlyAnd […]
Morning Aura
This dawn, the mist,Evoked a modest tone The smell of the lush forestOver nature’s fair kindness
Memories
The night is young and lonelyStars keep the herder companyMoonlight, of hazy illumination It reminds him of his dear one
Morning
Windy fog, glad yawns,Up the hill, a quiet townMisty paths, bird tunes,All, green forest’s muse
Tree Leaves Fall
Tree leaves fall Happy loops Dreamy wind
Lullaby: Starry Night
Lovely starry nightOne of bright galaxiesOf breezy wind & cold.Lonely against the dampMists are to the villageSo pathways are hidden.In the solitary darknessAre branches of the IrokoStanding like lonely knights,Waiting to stab their victim.Let the huts in the valleyEngage in tonight’s fantasyA momentous time, a lullaby
Hearing is not akin to listening, I heardI hear, do I also listen to the talking bird?One day is spent as another, only free nowFrom the monotonous repeat, tell me how… Give me a canvass that is as white as snowPut in some colours, pictures that reveal, showThe way to a heart is through words […]
A Fierce Harmattan
Sandy sheepfold Harsh harmattan Thrusting dry wind Down the mountain
I See The Morning Sun
I heard the morning sun Sing to the village below Through cream-coloured curtains Her poems echo some moments ago I see sunflowers dance by the roadside Throwing sweet fumes up the sky I see a dried crust of loose brown earth Colour pastures were several termites Dwell, in broken, collective settlements I see the strong […]
Haiku: Bright Evening
Bright eveningSparrows sing,Lovers listen
Dance With Me
Would you dance with me under the impressive glare of moonlight?
Mist
Mist like smokeDoused upon hutsMessenger of earthThat cling to hills Most, the color of palm wineWell gathering on mustachesOf men, old and youngA cover for wary rodents Mist, nature’s courierImpostor to manySteering to paths unchartedWhere fortune or failure lay
Love Poem: Three Words
Three are my words, Painted on my band A colourful hue Remind me, I love you
Moonlight
I behold the nightfall across the dark blue clouds I watch evening carry desires of men waiting to unfold I enjoy the sensation of the imminent weekend Drums of merrymaking sound miles off, Cackling, singing, every bit of mirthful noise However, the shepherd sits to enjoy his time alone I hear deep-voiced frogs calling out […]
Harmattan Has Come!
Harmattan arrived grandly With the smell of burning grass, Dry nostrils and painted faces Harmattan made land arid So mud is now waterproof, And men without a sense of smell The thick fog of smoke and dust Greet the land that once knew rain Speak of her cold art: dusty faces & feet
A Shepherd’s Song
Tree roots are my favorite seat, mushrooms are cushionsOccasionally my thoughts drown in the music of sheep and birdsLight-colored birds fly above me, up in the trees they gatherTo watch the meeting of white wool spread across the green grassSome bolder birds come down to join the massive banquet,Picking stray insects that fled the grass […]
Love’s Memory
For love’s memory I cherish this dose, This care, your beauty, Every time the sun rose I remember this feeling
Muse: Love
Love is when we stare into the eyes of each other When we smile for no reason but each others warmth It gives me pleasure to love you, masoyina And I cherish the thought of it every sunset **** Masoyina*: Hausa language for my love.
Last November Rains
When it’s time for the rain to journey away, the days turn gloomy and nights cold. In a few days, the rainy season will be over. We don’t know when but the older folk says it’s almost time. Nowadays the rain falls every evening. It starts with a sudden change in the weather, like a […]
Fresh Start
Waking sun reminds of onsetsFor the past is kept without,So light dew may bless the moment
Night Poem: Setting Sun
Favourite pastime My favourite moment of the day is sunset. The golden rays of the setting sun reveal a lot to me: better is the end of something than its beginning. Watching the sun fall yields to me how an infant my soul will remain. I don’t want to get used to it. It heals […]