Deer still move in light rain -
sounds of
breaking
twigs, falling raindrops,
moving leaves
A doe and two fawns
emerge from the forest
Ears up, blind look;
without a care,
they feed
ten yards from me.
I sneeze;
they freeze, snort,
bound
between trees
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Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Quadrille #31 - Stillness
Deer still move in light rain -
sounds of
breaking
twigs, falling raindrops,
moving leaves
A doe and two fawns
emerge from the forest
Ears up, blind look;
without a care,
they feed
ten yards from me.
I sneeze;
they freeze, snort,
bound
between trees
Friday, January 6, 2017
Seasons of a gang of elk...
Today we are writing a Choka over at dversepoets.com ...it has a long Japanese history and is made up of un-rhymed lines or 5 and 7 syllables and can be any length. Nature's four seasons are represented in the one I wrote below.
Sunshine's cutting bent
on snow, sounds of surefooted
elk moving closer,
finding where the group gathers,
striking a still pose
Winter bells ring in the spring;
when hearts break in spite
of flowers' desire to grow,
of flowers' desire to grow,
supported at both
ends by millions of stars on
strings of gold. When it
ends by millions of stars on
strings of gold. When it
must rain we need umbrellas
so as not to miss
hearing the band when malaise
so as not to miss
hearing the band when malaise
sets in for summer
Only God knows what colors,
hues, shades and shadows to use
hues, shades and shadows to use
Steal away time to
look for the hidden rainbows,
hear the crunch of fall
Monday, April 7, 2014
NaPoWriMo - Poem #7 I love a rainy night...
April, 7, 2014
NaPoWriMo - Poem #7
The prompt for poem 7 is to write about something we love, inanimate. Not sure I'll be able to keep this up for 3 more weeks..and do all the reading, which is expected to be reciprocated. Also for dverse where we are writing about something we treasure.
I love a rainy night -
isn't that a song title?
- when I most miss
your cheek against mine;
On a rainy night,
in front of an amber fire,
I see that photograph
of me and you;
memories
Tiny moonstones
in a green velvet pouch -
I take them out, then
put them back again
On a rainy night,
swallows glide
through the mist,
sipping raindrops
I consider warming crystals
of frost on the window pane
scent of a newborn baby's breath
I love a rainy night -
the light grows low;
whispering sounds of rain
become like champagne's
bubbly overflow -
and I am hearing
Auld Lang Syne
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Lucky penny...
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