Be as trees reaching
canopy of harmony –
gratitude implied.
(Haiku originally appeared here September, 2019. Resubmitted here for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: canopy. Image my own.)
Category: nature
Cardinal
Cardinal cares not
for human noise, her sweet song
a sprightly muse
even the meanest of hearts
turn skyward at her bidding.
(A tanka for Thursday. Image my own.)
Guardians
Stalwart evergreens
like sentinels guarding
passage – this road
at times treacherous
has tested faith
The wind taunts
threats of storms
and still, the tall pines
stand their ground
steadfast harbingers.
(Image my own)
Magic
Generosity of nature
blessings abound
in communion
humbled
grateful
alive
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own)
Sky
How is it the sky knows
the heart’s secrets?
My blood simmers
infernal this pain
A stream of clouds
lit by a fiery horizon
reflects what words
cannot express
How is it the sky knows?
Birds And Humans
A band of blue jays
gather around, debase
serenity of this garden
party: chickadees and cardinals
scatter, sense danger
in raucous intrusion –
Bemused, I watch, marvel
birds parodying humans.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Walnut Tree
One tree –
a solo sentinel –
beckons
Take comfort,
says she,
beneath my boughs
But I am hungry
balk at simplicity
silence adverse
Till fate arrests me
legs no longer fleeing
the great Walnut my saviour.
(Image my own)
Photographer’s Dream
Examining the intricacies
of a spider’s weaving
Marvelling as a mother raccoon
carries her babies one by one
while a bobcat prowls the tree line
Delighting in the birth of a calf
anticipating the arrival of more
Wonder and trepidation
coinciding – and I, behind
lens, am child again
wide-eyed basking
in the glorious outdoors.
Pondering Cruelty
Male mallard
once procuring
offspring, abandons
Female, charged with care
becomes a target, often
killed by next mate
I contemplate the orphans
the cruelty rendered
what purpose struggle serves.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Welcome Visitor
Mercy bore wings
graced my doorstep
her cheery song nectar
for a weary heart –
initiative all hers.
(Image mine)
One Woman's Quest 