Autumn

Autumn

Weaned leaves
Cackle in the wind
Ancient tongues wag

Denuded tree
Arms barren
Empty nest

Crimson fallen leaves
Vie with puddles of light
Who is brighter?

Autumnal weeds
Period of morning
Regenerate post hibernate

**picture from internet

 

 

 

 

Dawning Dawn

Dawning Dawn

Glowing dot
On sky’s forehead
Vision infinite

Earth sky demarcated
Boundaries tacit
Cross at own peril

nature mirrored in ocean,
mirror portal to new dimension
the curious, venture

trees tickle sky’s exposed belly
fingers of consciousness pinprick
conscience from unexpected sources

crazy lunar tides
swing in throes of passion
faded moon a voluptuous Mona Lisa

 

*picture from internet

Frozen Music

I

Creation’s

breather

Halted tracks

Carved hoodoos

Magic in flutes

Elemental sounds

Melodies eternal

II

fissured earth’s frail green flag

chopped stump’s octopus limbs

war ravaged bodies, a heart beating

browbeating dominance, spirit unwilling

a lark in my garden singing

nature’s breathtaking vista, returning breath

truth is that virus, no gun can kill

beholding nature’s handiwork, frozen music

Bryce Canyon

Rain

rain

rain

rain

ain

in

n

n

n

 

drop refrain

Heat loss

comfort gain

 

Rain patter

Baby prattle

feet- rattle

 

shriveled garden

self preens

slaked thirst

 

heat seared flowers

venting spleen

new sheen

Daffodil- summer’s first clap of joy

Golden

heavenly

Imprint on

memory

undulate

sway

In unison

Pray

 

To nurturer

supplicate

thank for

glorious

moments

in full bloom

and defiant jig

despite elements

 

hide n seek play

with radiant orb,

Joyous soak

sun, sea, wind

(de)stress, etch, to

masterpiece sketch

In mind’s  annals, for view

at will, heavenly daffodils

 

**

I was in the forest jumping around daffodils while everyone was high on heroin.

Rufus Wainwright, Canadian, Musician

 

Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don’t fill your thoughts, that’s your best season.  – Wu-Men

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Corita Kent, American, Artist Quotes

 

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.-Thomas Moore, Irish, Poet Quotes

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