"Listen to them howl"
The rain was coming down in buckets as we hiked through the foggy landscape of the Joshua Tree Wilderness. We started our hike four hours ago when the rain was only a soft drizzle. The weather report did not have...
"Remembering one night in a nature preserve"
I sit here on the worn wooden park bench remembering the last time I was in this very spot. Our nature preserve. We marked it as our own a while ago. The first time you took me here it was...
"A summer daydream of a bath with a god."
There were once beautiful baths that existed in this world. Back when sexuality wasn’t hidden like a disease and the true beauty of the naked form and nature was something to be preserved instead of graffitied upon or covered.It lay...
"I let nature become my lover on a long hike"
There is a little path through the woods that leads to a secluded patch of heaven that I find myself seeking out. The path is not well marked, guarded from most of the outside world except for those who have...
"Mr. B opens up Kimmi in the great outdoors ..."
Kimmi hopped out of his SUV in cutoff denim shorts and a white t-shirt. Mr. B had rolled down the windows for the trip so they could smell the fresh air, but he also liked Kimmi with a windblown, wild...
"Skinny dipping on a hike and another couple joins in."
The mountains and forests of New Hampshire are beautiful in the summer. We had been enjoying the sights and activities of the White Mountain National Forest for the last four days; hiking, exploring, and kayaking on the streams and trails around the...
"The melancholy beauty of the fall"
The olives and the ochres of withered blades,Of conkers and hazel all through the gladeDark evenings, too soon the clock going back,Squirrels secreting their nutty snacksA ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,Appearing in the early dawn  The cool breeze brings a...
"Drawing us to where reeds sweep, and bowed willows gently wither weep"
The sun ascended to its apex highTraversing dawn’s rich clementine skyBurning off the morning veilOf misty haze so thin and frailThat it hung amid the old oak treesMotionless without a breezeEthereal as a silken shroudAnd humid as diluted cloudThat rolled...
"When passion calls, will you answer?"
What you should fearIs Passion's voice When it callsLow and subtleBecause when she speaksIt feels like the windAgainst your skinRight before it sweeps upward And whispers in the leaves of treesIt is your new name you hearWhat you will now call yourselfThat...
"Come and see what the sweet passion of love means to me."
 There's passion in the notion,and the potion known as you,in the emotion and the ocean,flowing in your eyes of blue. It's in the poetry you bring me,with a gesture, look, and kiss,in a gentle touch that says so much,wrought in euphoric...