Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Cicadas at Dusk
Cicadas at dusk
Mourn as I water the plants
Summer is dyin
Showing posts with label Poems about Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems about Nature. Show all posts
Thursday, September 10, 2026
Cicadas at Dusk - a poor attempt at haiku
Thursday, May 14, 2026
A Parasol Mushroom - senryu, possible a haiku
A Parasol
Mushroom
A tiny white house
Appears on the lawn at dawn
But where is the toad?
To a child a
mushroom is a toadstool. I have never seen a toad resting on or sheltering
beneath a toadstool, but I keep looking. I imagine it would be rather like
Bilbo Baggins, smoking a pipe and reading its morning letters.
Monday, May 4, 2026
A Day of Gentle Rain after a Dry Spell - short poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Day of Gentle Rain after a Dry Spell
It is a cliché
For us to say
That rain is like a baptism, a gift of healing
It is a cliché
But still we say
This rain is like a baptism, a gift of healing
Tuesday, July 29, 2025
A Point-and-Won't-Shoot Camera - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Point-and-Won’t-Shoot Camera
The concept of the point-and-shoot camera obtains
But a Me-‘Phone camera doesn’t see it that way
I stopped to watch a bug-grazing bird
Who approached me as if she wanted to visit
I took out my Me-‘Phone for a photograph
And it didn’t recognize my handsome face
And I had to tap a four-digit code
And the bird grew suspicious and flew away
O Egret, in your beautiful brown and white -
I truly understand your need for flight
Monday, July 28, 2025
High-Pressure Dome in a Coffee Cup - poem about summer heat
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
High-Pressure Dome in a Coffee Cup
Blue light - an illusion of
comfort at dawn
The streaky windows frame a
winter day
Illusions and delusions lying
to us
For this is July, when hopes
wither and die
The sun’s tentacles ripple
across the fields
One of them slithers to your
window and leers
Mocking the fantasies of your
air-conditioned sleep
Beckoning you outside: come
and be fried
The sun’s hot streakings,
mortals seeking, they roam
As summer’s slithering death:
a high-pressure dome
Monday, April 14, 2025
A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April
If you’d spent the winter
Sleeping deep down in the mud
You’d be snappish too!
Saturday, September 28, 2024
An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Summer Bugs poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Summer Bugs
(He was small in the spring)
When a tree frog moves up in the world
He becomes a fashionable window frog
No longer the pain of a rough tree bark life
But rather the pane of easy living
(He grew larger during the summer)
My bedroom window is his buffet
An all-he-can-eat buffet of bugs
Delicious summer bugs shared around
With an uncommon house gecko of style
(He’s really big now)
I look out at a hungry tree frog, you see
But now – is he looking hungrily in at me?
Monday, July 15, 2024
Fire Ants Devouring the Corpses of Unhatched Wasps - poem
Lawrence
Hall, HSG
Fire Ants Devouring the Corpses of
Unhatched Wasps
Nature does not, in
the long run, favour life.
-C. S. Lewis, “On
Living in an Atomic Age,” 1948
A formation
of formicidae trekked north-northwest
Across a
vast and lonely sunbeaten expanse
Their imperial
quest a fallen wasps’ nest
Between a
lawn chair and a potted plant
The ants greedily
ripped open the paper shells
Like
Christmas crackers for the goodies inside
The
ghastly drippings of pupae in their jaws
Fragments
of dead wasplings for their demanding queen
A
formation of formicidae trekked east-southeast -
What,
then, is the number of an unnumbered beast?
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