While I by no means consider myself a Nature poet, there's no deny its power as a metaphor. I live in the heart of downtown but even there Nature is a frequent muse. Pan's Pipes draws from both the beauty and the ugliness present in the natural world.

Fall Garden Daoshi
May 21, 1997

Dandelions
June, 1997

Evolving Beauty
April 1998

Haiku
1996-1999

Last Storm of Summer
August 18, 1998

Fall Fatale
September 28, 1998