nature – Page 14 – One Woman's Quest

Promised

What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.

Sanctuary

Make blanket of green bough
our secret sanctuary – eden –
as squirrels watch
and animals rustle,
feel the purely bucolic,
leave cloudy noon,
come & give,
don a shine.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry online. Give it a try. Image from personal collection.)

Even Colourless, Still a Flower

The softness of petals,
such a glorious curve,
even colourless, floral
fragrance has verve –

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Flower of any kind.

I’d Finish This Poem, but…

Bright day –
hope breezes
through open window

sparrow lights
on windowsill
espies me cock-eyed

What wonders
keep you inside?
he queries

I sputter…
lacking adequate
response

pardon me
for abandoning…
have another call.

Emboldened

Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.

Winter Walk

Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?

Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.

(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)

Cheer for Spring

Cheer growth
beneath a heavy cloud cover,
Canada goose passes
overhead, while I
wander.

Wander,
behind a veil of rainy grey,
lens poised to capture life,
swallows swoop and
rise up.

Rise up,
over rushing waters, branch high
blackbirds huddle, demand
my attention:
focus.

Focus
reveals newness, buds breaking through,
colours promising that
chilly winds disperse,
cheer growth.

Cheer growth,
behind a veil of rainy grey
blackbirds huddle, demand
chilly winds disperse;
cheer growth.

(Dark Side of the Moon offers this final cinquain challenge: Garland Cinquain.
Deep thanks to Abigail for teaching us this form. I have enjoyed the challenge.)

Sunrise

Morning light,
guiding radiance…

No clouds, nor entanglements
darken your purpose –

radiance equating with hope.

(Image from personal collection.)

As Water Flows

Water flows, and my mind wanders,
relinquishing thoughts and worries.

Water flows, and I surrender
to the blessing of life’s journey.

Water flows, and I acknowledge
the fluidity of emotions, change.

Water flows, and I experience
the continuum of life’s cycles.

(It is Springtime here in SW Ontario, and this is the first morning since we returned that I could get out and photograph one of my favourite places. I wrote the poem some time ago, and revised here to fit the image. That’s my shadow on the water’s surface.)

Waiting on Summer

A lonely bench waits
for emergence of leaves,
rain turning to warmth,
the summer sun casting long
shadows – evening lingerings.

(A tanka for Ragtag community’s prompt: wait. Image from personal collection.)