Robin is absent
Winter’s silence
inviting retreat
Children embrace
snow-filled adventures
while I evade spills
Window watching
fluctuations, waiting
for the harbinger’s return.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Category: nature
Sky Language
To the west, a patch of electric blue
while Eastern clouds tumble grey
With each glance, sky language
alters, as if heaven re-examines
mood – intermittently snows
then explodes in flash of vermillion.
(Image my own)
Mississippi
She flows
unapologetic of her girth,
does not flinch
at barges scoring her surface
nor paddle boats laden with curiosity.
Confident in her fluidity,
she bears the secrets of life –
the sludge of humanity in her belly –
stirs the minds of merchants, and children,
tolerates those who gather at her banks.
The final word is hers – she knows –
no boundaries can contain her wrath
still waters rise and spill;
she is a dragon
Nature’s force,
and she is magnificent.
(‘Mississippi’ first appeared here in November, 2017.
Image my own. Not the Mississippi.)
Welcoming Party
Potted pleasures hail
Autumn’s arrival – gracious
welcoming party.
(Image my own. Haiku borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II)
Heron Reflection
Silent as the Great Blue
Autumn hues creep
shifting the landscape
altering my mood.
Do feathers quiver
at the ensuing chill
or is it merely human
this seasonal affect?
(Heron Reflection first appeared here August, 2019.
Image my own.)
Nature’s Message
Nature has a way of reminding –
even the most diehard nonbelievers –
that a force, inexplicable and sacred, exists
Like an unseasonal storm unleashing hail
waking us from a deep slumber –
she is a messenger, knocking
The soul answers, child reawakened,
joyous recognition that despite all
theories, doctrines, and delusions
There exists a life within a life:
a great mystery that defies
and keeps us ever humble.
(Revisiting old posts, I found these words.
To see the original, posted in September 2014, click here.
Image my own.)
Brown-Eyed
Brown eyes, unblinking
bat golden lashes skyward –
celestial flirt
(Image my own. This haiku first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II in August 2020.)
Rural Roots
Plant me in the country
under city lights I melt
I need open skies
where nature thrives
I am tourmaline
un-mined
urban blight
danger beyond repair
plant me in the country
my soul is buried there.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own)
Garden Magic
Flowers awaken
imagination – magic
paints the garden bed.
(Image my own)
River Tanka
Nightfall, river calls
tranquility leaves footprints
on my soul, this life
seldom calm, craves redemption –
river throws calm and I fetch.
(Image my own)
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