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.
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.
Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.
Cheer growth
beneath a heavy cloud cover,
Canada goose passes
overhead, while I
wander.
Wander,
behind a veil of rainy grey,
lens poised to capture life,
swallows swoop and
rise up.
Rise up,
over rushing waters, branch high
blackbirds huddle, demand
my attention:
focus.
Focus
reveals newness, buds breaking through,
colours promising that
chilly winds disperse,
cheer growth.
Cheer growth,
behind a veil of rainy grey
blackbirds huddle, demand
chilly winds disperse;
cheer growth.
(Dark Side of the Moon offers this final cinquain challenge: Â Garland Cinquain.
Deep thanks to Abigail for teaching us this form. Â I have enjoyed the challenge.)
Water flows, and my mind wanders,
relinquishing thoughts and worries.
Water flows, and I surrender
to the blessing of life’s journey.
Water flows, and I acknowledge
the fluidity of emotions, change.
Water flows, and I experience
the continuum of life’s cycles.
(It is Springtime here in SW Ontario, and this is the first morning since we returned that I could get out and photograph one of my favourite places. Â I wrote the poem some time ago, and revised here to fit the image. Â That’s my shadow on the water’s surface.)
Oh Spring
budding promise
innocence of green
awakening hope, beginnings;
hurried
the impulse to respond, before
scorching heat burns efforts
melts ambition –
Summer.
(Composed for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly cinquain – Butterfly Cinquain. Â Image credit: Â Ric Knutson)
Strawberries ripen, their scarlet-red sweetness staining the cheeks of students whose bodies, unripened, rail against the conformity of stiff backed chairs and bolted down desks. Â Spring has dared to don the cloak of summer – green emboldened fields trampling over delicate beginnings; and we are splash pad, motorcycle revving, boom box crazy: ready to plunge into the swelter, restless.
Strawberries ripen
Spring’s sweet offerings foretell –
Summer games begin.
(Jilly at DVerse challenges to be unconventional in our halibun writing. Â Not sure how unconventional I am, but this was fun to write.)
Spring willow
aspiring to yellow
wispy curtains
graceful queen
my heart bows
to your majesty.