Garden Magic

Flowers awakenimagination – magicpaints the garden bed. (Image my own)

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River Tanka

Nightfall, river callstranquility leaves footprintson my soul, this lifeseldom calm, craves redemption –river throws calm and I fetch. (Image my own)

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On Nature

How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]

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Meadow Haiku

Golden glow transformsgrassy meadow – Earth giggleswith fantastical delight. (For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: meadows. Photo my own.)

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(Water: Haiku and Free Verse)

Even the river bleedsfiery frigid essenceEarth’s watery voice. ** It is the riverthat calls, watersflowing through my veins and I, the bankssteadfast and holding the razor sharp edgeslike liquid steelerode my earthen postures challenging…blessedly challenging…the hardened places. (Water: Haiku and Free Verse first appeared here in June of 2018. It is has been edited for […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]

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A Bird’s Eye View

It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –the ability to perch up highbalanced, no matter the weatherunaffected by the drama below –I shall never know such calm,being afraid of heights. (For Bird Weekly Photo challenge: birds perched up. Not sure of featured image (a sparrow of somes sort), Bald Eagle, and Red-winged blackbird) A Bird’s Eye […]

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Whose Earth Is This?

Whose Earth is this?ask the trees reachingto kiss mountainous sky. Who cares for her?ask the creatures all,grateful for her bounty. Machines rumbleforests fall – a standfor progress answers none. (Image my own.)

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Mother Robin

Does Robin feel the flutterof fledglings incubating beneath her downy breast And does her heart soarwith thoughts of little beakssoon to be agape with hunger? How carefully she tends her nestnature or nurture, I do not knowbut the miracle remains the same. (For Eugi’s weekly challenge: flutter. Image my own.)

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Harmonic Convergence

Be as trees reachingcanopy of harmony –gratitude implied. (Haiku originally appeared here September, 2019. Resubmitted here for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: canopy. Image my own.)

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