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Viral Joy

How the young sparkle
dreams of Santa’s arrival –
I drink of their cup
borrow the giddy whimsy –
Joy a welcome contagion.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Moody, these December skies
brooding chill interrupted
by sun’s sudden emergence

To hibernate, or brace
the wind; stiffen protectively
or inhale invigoration

Caution guides my steps
intimate with wintry passages
acknowledging that I am December…

(Image my own)

If we could see the soul
comprehend the construct
outline each contour
sip the sacredness –
Would there then be peace?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

The loon’s call
pierces complacency…
I spiral backwards,
inwards – depths
of dream forgotten –
an eerie awakening.

(Image my own)

Neighbour locates dandelions,
meticulously digs up roots
muttering incoherently
in a gruff brogue

I ignore his temper, watch
the yellow-crowned beauties
surge beneath a warming sun;
hum a childish tune –

Dandelions wink.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)

I’ve lived the fog of distance –
life’s highway a series of dips,
destination without promise

Learned that acceptance gains perspective
that climates change, and hope sustains,
and that in the stillness dreams renew.

I travel quieter paths now; appreciate
space – have surrendered to present distance,
certain that this too will change.

(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II, April, 2020. Image my own)

Fierce hunter, osprey
carries his catch
like a prized ruby –
riveting sight

At home, hubby
prepares his pride –
squirt of extra-virgin,
dash of extra spice

I observe them both
bemused by the process,
cooking up this poem.

(Image my own)

Sacrifice belies
original plan – the young
overlook fine print
sign up for adventure -war
renders them heroes – souls torn

(Today, we remember those who have fallen – heroes of war.
Photo mine)

Cornflower submits
to Time’s deadlines
so, why am I always
gasping to catch up?

Is it strength, or failure
to amplify pressure –
expectations set on high?
Oh, to be a simple flower.

(Photo my own).

Potted pleasures hail
Autumn’s arrival – gracious
welcoming party.

(Image my own. Haiku borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II)