after the rain …

after the rain — Nena Black


after the rain

when stillness comes

when Earth’s perfume is lush

when wet moss,

quenched bark, and

dewy petals rush

the senses

do you think of me?

i think of you


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‘togetherness’ — Nena Black


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nature’s majesty

nature’s majesty — Nena Black


there was a majesty about him
he walked with the stature of palm trees
his beauty touched the sky


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like tender petals…

shadows, petals, morning dew — Nena Black

he loved her slowly
like tender petals caressed by morning shadows
kissed by morning dew


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Snaring the Moon

moon through tree branches — Nena Black


sometimes i watch the sky
and see you there
your eyes that held a universe all their own
your countenance, exquisite as the clouds
if only you were the sun
to wake and taste your warmth upon my skin
or the stars
to gaze each night into your luminous soul
or the moon
to snare you in the branches of a tree
and hold you there


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emerging — Nena Black

Emergence—the state of becoming. Millions of years of evolution behind us, yet humans are still so very young. Few things illustrate this more than the state of global social conditions. Human consciousness is like this tender bud. I hope one day that consciousness will emerge fully, expanding beyond anything we can envision now. I imagine the infinite beauty and potential of such an evolution. It gives me hope.


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redemption — Nena Black

Nature…she is our redemption.

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surreal sunset, coral sky — Nena Black

i used to be that woman

the one born of thunderstorms

in skies of steel and gray 

the one who painted her moods 

with autumn hues

then made snow cream from 

winter’s first dusting 

the one who would have danced with you


in a castle made of rain 

would it surprise you to know that now 

the never ending sun feels like  Continue reading “Free”

Hidden place…

hidden places
hidden place — Nena Black

come to me… in our hidden place

i won’t tell a soul

i’ll pick fresh fruit for us to eat

and pour you perfumed wine

i’ll stroke your hair

and kiss your skin

as you fold into my beating heart

you will tell me stories of the sages

who live inside your abstract mind

and i will remind you what passion

feels like through the eyes

of sacred love

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