nature – Page 6 – One Woman's Quest

Harmonic Convergence

Be as trees, reaching
canopy of harmony,
gratitude implied.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: gratitude / harmony. Photo from personal collection.)

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)

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.

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. Suspect it is a red-tailed hawk. For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)

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Magic Sunshine

Sunshine, you magician,
adding sparkle to my view,
painting the cloudless sky
a dazzling shade of blue –
favoured by your golden rays
we all take on a glowing hue.

(Tuesday, I will borrow a poem from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson)

Promised

What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.

Sanctuary

Make blanket of green bough
our secret sanctuary – eden –
as squirrels watch
and animals rustle,
feel the purely bucolic,
leave cloudy noon,
come & give,
don a shine.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry online. Give it a try. Image from personal collection.)

I’d Finish This Poem, but…

Bright day –
hope breezes
through open window

sparrow lights
on windowsill
espies me cock-eyed

What wonders
keep you inside?
he queries

I sputter…
lacking adequate
response

pardon me
for abandoning…
have another call.

Winter Walk

Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?

Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.

(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)

Needing a Sign

Restlessness accompanies me
on the sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.

My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities –
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign.

Discontent, I move on –
drive the river road,
snail pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.

And then I spot it –
across the river, high up –
a massive hulk –
lens raises, adjusts, snaps –
the regal hunter turns towards me,
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –

All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.

(Linking up with my weekly challenge: in-between.)