Late August nights cool
burnt dry hues
will soon transform –
symphony of colour
There is sorrow
in Summer’s end;
Autumn’s icy breath
Winter’s warning.
Category: photography
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?
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day)
Unbearable
Said his name was Orion,
“light of Heaven” –
starry-eyed, I succumbed
godlike presence, I believed,
could walk on water –
but his light fast flickered
squelched by insatiable ego,
only thing he walked on
was me…
Little Bear.
(Tuesdays, I share a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. )
River’s Draw
Idleness is not a ploy
asserted by the river,
her banks, ever vital,
project confidence –
life’s continuum
Her waters, sturdy,
fluctuating, tame
the deepest emotions
I come to the river
hoping to imbibe,
to be intoxicated
in her presence
I come to the river
to be revived.
Cedar Waxwing
A spot of red
and dash of yellow
bandana masked eyes
how you transport me
to simpler times –
childhood days
when you and I
wiled away hours
hidden deep
beneath summer
canopies – maple,
beech and willow –
listened for whispers
on the wind,
searched for treasure
on rocky creek bottom.
Years since our paths
have crossed like this,
have you returned
as reminder –
your sweetness
a blessing, now
that I only linger
at woods’ edge?
No matter the reason,
I am content
that we meet again,
my friend of old.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Â Photo from personal collection.)
Best Medicine
Laughter, like sunshine,
cleared the air, painted our hearts
verdant love renewed.
(A haiku borrow from Twitter. Â Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Bird of Prey
Unexpected,
this encounter –
piercing golden eyes
a coat of mottled feathers,
a new visitor to our river –
not sure who is more startled.
(Smaller than the bald eagle, this bird of prey was perched riverside. Â Suspect it is a red-tailed hawk. Â For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)
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Hello Indigo!
Perched treetop high
plump Indigo releases
a sumptuous song.
(Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious. Â Image of Indigo Bunting from personal collection.)
Chickadee
A rustle, a song
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my heart thrills
black cap
and grey back
he branch hops
delightful antics
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my camera snaps.
(Granny Shot It is hosting a Bird Of The Day challenge, so I’ve decided to hop on Fridays.)
Sky Talk
Painted skies whisper
a nightly farewell – silent
beauty speaks volumes.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: beauty & quiet)
One Woman's Quest 