Potted pleasures hail
Autumn’s arrival – gracious
welcoming party.
(Image my own. Haiku borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II)
Category: nature
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)
On Nature
How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?
Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –
an orchestra of giants, the reassurance
of green towering and proud – the music
of my soul is nothing less than symphonic.
How is that the sky can speak to me?
No words to convey its vastness, yet
it breathes new life into empty spaces,
whispers promises, ignite a hope
synonymous only with its expanse.
How is it that a body of water -be it
serene, flowing, or turbulent, can tug
at the corners of my emotional well,
create a longing for the unknowable,
toss me from my bed of complacency?
And how does a single flower, growing
wild, crack this shell of indifference –
the determination to blossom despite
harshness of surroundings – instil such
inspiration, motivate me to rejoice?
(On Nature first appeared here, April of 2018, written during our month long stay on Vancouver Island. Submitted here for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: nature. Image my own.
Meadow Haiku
Golden glow transforms
grassy meadow – Earth giggles
with fantastical delight.
(For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: meadows.
Photo my own.)
(Water: Haiku and Free Verse)
Even the river bleeds
fiery frigid essence
Earth’s watery voice.
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It is the river
that calls, waters
flowing through my veins
and I, the banks
steadfast and holding
the razor sharp edges
like liquid steel
erode 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 this version. Image my own.)
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