Twilight crows

Where will they go

In the last seconds before

Cobalt deepens into Navy

Cardinals and Woodpeckers

Tucked into vulnerable nests

But crows

Almost like postulant predators

Fly cawing across the twilit sky

Blurring the line

Bisecting nature’s decree

Of fair play for prey

Separating the day from the night shift

Crows on overtime

In a world where diminished habitat

Demands a late-night murder

Owls begin protesting

Hooting in my backyard

As I herd my little dogs inside

Because danger never sleeps…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My sundown Live Oak



In a land where lightning often strikes

Causing electric power spikes

I’m happy and relieved to be

Playing acoustic ukulele

Unplugged, one with Nature

Cloudy chords written in diurnal portraiture


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: Tenor & new acoustic rock songbook



Raindrops in a discarded walmart mug

Tinkling like the finest crystal

Winter sun glittering through humid silence

Bouncing off a tin shed roof housing abandoned treasures

Cobwebs decorating half-gnawed boxes of once-important IRS receipts

Do not be fooled

Nature allows us the illusion of civilization

And the poisonous tinkering of her gifts

But it is merely misdirection

As we pay attention

To our minor defecation on today’s interests

Nature is reclaiming, unnoticed, in other parts

Performing her illusions

Like making the Statue of Liberty disappear

While we gape like the apes we are

While our children die from chemicals

While our wildlife fades into history

Nature waves her vengeful wand…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Gaia, Anselm Feuerbach 1875

NATURE COUPLETS (for future poems)

While searching for a nautilus

I found a wad of ambergris

Reminding me of a sperm whale

Flipping its mammalian tail

Mysterious depths of the sea

Engulfing leviathan’s glee

Churning the giant’s bowels to give

A substance used as an additive.

Back yard a miniature Jurassic Park

Geckoes scurry to the song of the lark

Heading for cover, so many treks

Me, like Tyrannosaurus Rex

Towering above and stomping around

Trying not to harm the activity on the ground

Too much carnage underfoot

Poor guys run, so hard-put

Bad karma on my black-booted soles

The earth trembles as they seek safe holes

Added stress from Stegosaurean dogs

Poking their noses between fallen logs

It is really quite opposite with trees

The trunk is strong, doesn’t bend in the breeze

On the other hand, leaves are lovely and wave

Tall and stately like a church’s nave

But the trunk we can lean against and hug

And glow in the roots like a lightning bug

While branches wildly grasping in a hurricane

Violate the loveliness and become profane

Abetting the destruction of the wind

Making us wish we had not over-lumbered and sinned.