Bouquet for Her #poetry #photography

I circled her fresh face with my fingertips

ruby red were her luscious lips

spring her blossom ever green

awaken not from this dream

summer harsh it takes the glow

dew’s gone, nothing will grow

our love languish in her eyes

 robbing heat  I ever despise

colors change,  bouquet of woe

her faded lips her time I know

nothing lasts, she is so pale

catch the fall, of her I’ve failed

tulip-heart

 brightens my day

seasons flow like water

can’t catch red petals

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.

Gravity #photography #haiku

 

 

Fallen leaves

death unpreventable

gravity’s rose

The Word Press DP Photo Challenge is Weight (less) – “Show us the effects of gravity.”. Whether it is a physical pull or an emotional drain, gravity is always heavy.

Nature’s Rush #poem

three rivers

Buying buying buying

setting out brown mulch

stones set  forest pathway

one list lest I forget

Raking raking raking

piles of sallow leaves

spreading forth the grass seeds

the ground at last is fed

sun’s smiling smiling smiling

before days grow short and cold

have I missed my timing

leaf piles already old

Gliding, twirling, rushing

for their fallen end

copper reds and yellows

dart about my head

Nature now is racing

the winner is at hand

blue skies,  oak leaves sailing

they’re running out of time

Hold back the cold and barren

furry creature’s job not done

a few more days, be patient

squirrels chase remaining fun

rivulets now are flowing

make a warm dry bed

winter chill is creeping

lay down your sleepy head

squirrel

colorful motion

leaves race drops to the ground

no time to blink

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku Pond #poetry

A lesson from Kristjaan at  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – writing haiku using Basho’s haiku as a template to work from.

For this challenge I have chosen a haiku, you all certainly know, written by Basho (1644-1694).

furu ike ya / kawazu tobi komu / mizu no oto

old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Ripples of Life

 

wise spectator

nature plays in autumn’s pond

catch the sound of leaves

You Are My Sunshine… #photography #nature

 

you know the song

sung long days ago

always warmed the heart

with season’s rays

This set in response to the prompt at Cee’s fun foto challenge – “You are my sunshine”

Join in the fun there’s always room for more!

This Isn’t Kansas #poetry #storms

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Steadfast I’m Whipped around

facing where I had begun

grasping for a rail

there’s a wolf upon my trail

grabbed and turned again

not sure where I have spinned

troubled are the leaves

this wind more than a breeze

forward I must go

grasp you pull me through

like a needle through a thread

dusty gloom causes dread

whip me once again

I wish Id been prepared

I’ll flutter with the trees

and shudder on my knees

howling through my ears

there’s nowhere left to flee

chills me to the bone

storms gathered up my home

unlike the fairy tales

no red heels here to save

life has left the grave

hold me while I scream

Dawn Greeter #poetry #sundaydevotion #fall

“time to greet the day”

a quiet voice whispers

Dawn has barely broken

life is stirring

before my boots crunch

leaves are rustling

 the trees wave goodbye to summer

silhouetted by warm rays

*

small creatures forage

growing fat and furry

year end’s harvest awaits

for the final gleaning

birds feeling winter’s nudge migrate

moving families south

and I smile

none lugging boxes of storage

*

I never see worry stashed in burrows

or tiny angry fists

nature moves forward

as always it persists

 we least patient in creation

gain an unhealthy weight

yet worry gives us nothing

stress carried in furrows

around the bend

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30

 

“Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life ?  Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?” 

Luke 12:24-26

 

I’m sharing this today with Poets United where there is a pantry rich with poetry and GodInterest where words are placed to lighten the load.

 

Season of Decay #haiku #time #photography

fall's canvas

rubbing sister leaves

new endings, old beginnings

color explodes

fall rise

 a time to reflect

put away past pains

reach for tomorrow

The prompt for the first day of September at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is DECAY.

Where does Fall fall for you???