Is this estrangement self-imposed
or does my awkward rapture
set me aside?
More engaged in recording nature
than in ordinary banter –
find the portal to human interaction
passing questionable
throngs focus on such peculiarities
while I attempt sketching relations
trees akin to cousins,
and birds happily possessing my soul
we are escapees –
alternate beings
charged with renewal.
(Sketch my own)
Strawberries ripen, their scarlet-red sweetness staining the cheeks of students whose bodies, unripened, rail against the conformity of stiff backed chairs and bolted down desks. Spring has dared to don the cloak of summer – green emboldened fields trampling over delicate beginnings; and we are splash pad, motorcycle revving, boom box crazy, ready to plunge into the swelter, restless.
Strawberries ripen
Spring’s sweet offerings foretell –
Summer games begin.
(Image my own)
(A haiku for Spring)
Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.
(Image my own)
Wish I could converse –
one harmonic voice blended
in a symphony of birdsong –
but my tongue stumbles
reveals me as interloper
As much as I tread
softly over forest floor
my missteps crackle
alert the denizens
danger is about –
no imploring
can reverse the impression
Nature’s sensitivity is finely tuned
and I am urban-scented,
barely tolerated,
seldom trusted –
must bear my reverence
for this sacred space
more deliberately.
(Image my own)
The wind subsided
momentarily
and the river stood still
and I caught your reflection
memories flooding back
When days were warm
and innocence nurtured imagination
and you held me in your arms –
a creature no different than
the squirrels and birds
who shared a branch
I loved you like a mother –
your steadfastness
the drapery of your foliage –
hiding made sublime
Oh, how my heart swelled
recalling the simplicity –
how easy it was to believe
that trees had spirits
and the wind could talk
and the stillness of the day
To climb, to ascend,
to know that sacred ladder
that lifted me high above
The moment passed
the water rippled
but the inspiration remains
Your roots hold the promise
dear Willow, I am sure –
thank you for the reflection
(Art my own)
In silken Autumn skies
looming clouds allure
Amid the constant flux
I am craving solitude
Stay alert! Sky warns
Change is coming!
Autumn’s undeniable beauty
will succumb to Winter
Quiet days will return –
a reassurance I savour.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 