I heard a wilted flower speak

one morning, bland and weak,I heard a wilted flower speakof our future tribulationsof our far-off destinationsour technicolor tapestrylife’s seeming mystery to mea tightly coiled secret kepta trepid toil oversteppedthe whisper of earth’s voicea shiver scattered once or twicelike autumn’s petals in the windall our summer days rescinded This poem was written for this week’s Wea’veContinue reading “I heard a wilted flower speak”

Black spruce sentry

A century-old sentry, I’ve stood vigilantat the river’s edge.A surveyor of nature’s glory:the glisten of crisp iceand snowmelt that poolsat my roots,the flicker of the moon’swarm glow scamperingacross my branches,smoother than the boldstare of summer’s sunrays,or the wind that stirs needles and flowers culled from my shadows by deer and hare, or the eddies thatContinue reading “Black spruce sentry”

Rain Dance

in one moment, the earth becomesbeauty in place of pain, levityin place of rain, heartbeat scatteredacross a blood-red sky. Life succumbsto the dance of earth’s frail gravity,the freedom of loose-limbed revelry,the earthquake’s reign that shatteredour peace, the touch of rain now free This poem was written for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt. This week’s promptContinue reading “Rain Dance”

Hot Chocolate’s Embrace

We coast down hills fluffy with nature’s reminiscence. Rays ofsun scramble acrossthe tree’s fragilelimbs. Light scatters taperedshadows on our hands andfaces despite the frigid air.Warm mugs of cocoainvigorate ussend a soothing humfrom the first, rich sipto the final dregs. I wrote this poem for the W3 prompt from the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Despite the cold weatherContinue reading “Hot Chocolate’s Embrace”

Sconnie Love

Love is playfullike autumn’s trees,or da stop-and-go-lights,colorful, ever-changing, dancing in a sudden breeze.Love shimmerslike a squeaky cheese curd and evolves likea Brandy Slush sitting on a January porch,sometimes chilly but always warming.Love is as sweetas a couple-two-three Kringles with fruit filing, smooth and decadent, savored like a short-lived Sconnie summer. I wrote this poem forContinue reading “Sconnie Love”

Different Kinds of Resolutions

fragile like dawn’s first light,like the air buoyed in a bubble,like a needle of ice thinnedfrom sun’s rays,held in our cursory glance,then folded carefully,saccharine moment,earth’s newest rotation Happy New Year, everybody! I was contemplating the different sorts of resolutions I’ve made over the years. Many of them have had to do with writing or healthyContinue reading “Different Kinds of Resolutions”

Nature in Reverse

In December, all colors fade to grayTree branches rainbow over river bendsLeafless limbs are blown asunder todayAs whirlpools swirl their mysteries awayTheir ephemeral enchantment now endsIn December, all colors fade to grayMurky storm clouds harden our hearts to clayAs wishes with foggy teardrops will blendLeafless limbs are blown asunder todayThe colors will bleed back inContinue reading “Nature in Reverse”

Mirrored Image

the water’s surface, like a mirror, collects our thoughts and reflects the secrets in our eyes I wrote this poem for the week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly, hosted by David at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. The Poet of the Week and provider of our lovely prompt is Reena. Form: Naani Poem Naani is one of India’s most popularContinue reading “Mirrored Image”

Seasons of Love

lovesoon exhaledlike a sunsetwinterbrings claritynew day’s dawnseekertrust yourselfhold truth withinsunrisedawn’s delightnew love found This poem is in response to this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt. Mich is our Poet of the Week, and here is the prompt she selected: “Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”. Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and oneContinue reading “Seasons of Love”

Cattail Dreams

Borrow the wind and toss its worries furrow under marshmallow clouds tomorrow daylight moves a mountain stow thoughts under nighttime’s shrouds Ride the wind through the cattails wayside thimbles lost to the blue guide the daydreamer we once knew night’s rich tide enveloping you I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt fromContinue reading “Cattail Dreams”