Apple pickingUnder sunshine andTurning over the garden– Utilizing the lastMismatched veggiesNeglected in the weedsWhistling winds andIcicles shimmeringNext to the doorways, under eaves,Turning to dripping puddles under sunlightEffervescent melodies, sung together, joyRememberedSoft blooms ofPetals dancing alongsideRivers playing,Inviting life.Nights grow shorter, daysGrow longer Sparklers twinkleUmbrellas wrinkle, packed away.MeltyMemories shared,Everyone thereRelaxing I wrote this poem for Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Wealth of Seasons”
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Cyclical
Listening today under nature’s tapestry I sit quietly to catch autumn’s last whisper voiced in papery red leaves The path underfoot holds their laminous stories left behind until spring when we pull back the pages worn thin by winter’s thick glaze Deer tread the meadows summer’s birdsong now silenced Wild geese preen feathers and prepareContinue reading “Cyclical”
Treble Clef
crisp orange leaf floats like a melody its music reverberating through the silent woods I wrote this septolet for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Here’s the prompt for the week: The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thoughtContinue reading “Treble Clef”
Crisp Earth
I cross the field’s crunching cornstalks, brittle limbs whispering in a gentle breeze. The shadows slant across tree branches, narrowing daylight into frangible bits. The packed dirt is crisp underfoot, damp with autumn rains and hardening overnight to cement today’s footsteps in frost-crusted morning light, memorialized in nature’s ephemeral season. This poem is in responseContinue reading “Crisp Earth”
Autumn Hue
At the hilltop, I breathed in rich fall evergreens, felt short curls tickle my face and my arms stretch to encompass the peace of this place. “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite,” gliding over the clouds, melting into azure skies with wind billowing beneath us, buoying our souls as we rose aboveContinue reading “Autumn Hue”
Nature’s Puzzles
conjure clouds maybe beyond the cerulean anagram above bovine-printed fields fielding secrets in blossom, sometimes in hay harmony ringing in gardens mother gathered herding nature’s game This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly reminded me of puzzles, so they appeared in my poetry. This week’s prompt is from Aishwarya Kannan, and here are her guidelines for theContinue reading “Nature’s Puzzles”
November Dust
Nods of winter’s solitude Obscure forgotten month Vulnerable bare-limbed trees Ethereal toasted leaves Milky tea sky overhead Brown discarded fields Eternal dust of fate Remembrance of oblivion Poor bleak little November. I wrote this acrostic poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly challenge at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Paula Light wrote a lovely October prompt poem entitledContinue reading “November Dust”
Autumn Calling
1 Shuffling feet brush tawny needles across the path, scattering their fragile splayed fingers. 2 Sunlight ripples through emptying branches, forming breezy bridges of shadows. 3 Wind carries songs of harvest, the taste of damp, and the crushing pressure of lost time. 4 Yellow leaves catch on the clasp of your coat, crunch under yourContinue reading “Autumn Calling”
Déjà vu
I followed the quilted shadows here to patterns cast by setting suns and glazed with the sweet loss of repetition. I pluck a leaf for luck and trace its pleated edges and rubber stem, looking for its secrets and finding only my own. Autumn is one of my favorite times to take photos in natureContinue reading “Déjà vu”
Autumn’s Frailty
Copper baldachin veils the hillside canopy in royal disarray beneath a sky blurred teal and gray. Life pillows soft beneath my feet, then crunches out its vibrant angst. Like so many others, I associate autumn with the colorful leaves. My family and I went hiking this afternoon at a local recreation area that has aContinue reading “Autumn’s Frailty”
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