Awakenings

At dversepoets.com today, Bjorn asks us to write or paint with words of impressionism in art, where the essence of the subject is brought out with light and brush strokes that draw us in. There is a freshness about the art that is easy on the eye and evokes strong emotions.

                                                                                              by Jean Mannheim

Emerging gracefully from 

around a grey corner,

spring arrives at a bleak time,

taking to task for 

not leaving sooner, hail, and
winter's slippery grime

 - where maroon vines of heartache 

now creep,
Spring bliss will line the street

birds trill in concert
with stained glass chimes

Still, hands reach for other hands 

to grasp; arms stretch for 

other arms to hold

Pink snow appears all around;

light plays with slender
beams of gold

White wisps of cotton ridges
dab the sky, breezes nudge
dreamers 

longing for softer days,
to stroll heathered paths

looking for the one thing that 

really matters
Removing her hat to let
sun kindle her cheeks,

she drops easily to the ground,

sensing awakenings 

Braced by one elbow,

she rests on rounded side in
a green grassy lea
 She waits for
flowers
to fill her garden bed 

After all,
Spring is appreciated

No Regrets - Haibun Mon. # 10

dversepoets.com We are taking quotes about cherry blossoms by other authors and using them as a cue to our own Haibun today.

“When cherry blossoms
scatter –
no regrets”  Issa

Cherry blossoms remind me of spring days past, pleasant memories of good tidings and long ago Easters, blue skies, and families together. Standing out are the April showers with rainbows, May baskets, and walking through blossoming cherry orchards. The trek home after we got off the school bus was delayed because we loved playing in the neighbor's huge cherry orchard. The grass was green and tall with pink fallen snow all around. We took high steps through it, sat or lay down among them and day-dreamed, and plucked small twigs of pink and white to wear in our hair. Beyond, the mountains and rivers smiled as light breezes flowed through the gorge valley where we were raised as glass chimes could be heard from nearby porches.

As a burgeoning teen, it had such a positive feel. The future seemed endless, bright and full, as if nothing could ever stand in the way of happiness. I'm still unsure if "happiness" in itself is our goal to achieve in life. When other aspects of life seem to dominate, choke out the feelings of elation, rejuvenation and newness, it is a big challenge to maintain. Routine activities, work and study are necessary in our lives. Then crisis, ills and otherwise bad news follow us all the days of our lives. Anything is possible to happen at anytime 

Instead, we understand and accept that as we strive to experience happiness, it arrives in brief segments, opportune moments of sheer delight that come to us unexpectedly. We savor the small simple joys and make them last as long as possible. We try to view all events with courage, with wishful and hopeful thinking and therefore, positive outcomes. Cherry blossoms symbolize this eternal struggle to smile amidst the grief. 

When life is less bright,

cherry blossoms at your feet

uplift and comfort

Haiku Wednesday ...Spring...

Haiku Wednesday

Sixties' coiled icon

My springy Slinky slithered

taking buoyant steps


by klr

Spring flowers and stained glass...

I found Tones on Tuesday -     

I've been busy...missing Macro Monday, Texture Tuesday, but maybe these will work for 
Wordless Wednesday  (that's out) or one of the other fun sites where everyone shows a sample of their photography.  Mine is still considered "beginning"  photography because one needs time at the computer to "play" and there hasn't been much of that leftover recently.   I found it interesting today , but not surprising, that the three stained glass butterflies that belonged to my mother match perfectly the colors displaying in my garden right now.  The lilac is slow this year but it certainly would fit in with the purples..and the orange geum and yellow coriopsis would fit right in here, too, but they are not blooming quite yet..then again I guess most any flower would find it's shade in them.


Here, you see bluebells, early snapdragons, bleeding heart, tulips, and pansies..and
the cornflower.  Also the very wonderful red amaryllis!
Enlarge for better view..

Haiku Wednesday.. and a Room With a View Slide Show......& 52 Photo Project..

Haiku Wednesday ..Happiness

Peacock shards of light

pierce lacy stretching branches

nature's fibrous frame

Let your soul capture

the blue bird of happiness

alighting therein

Winter passed just days ago and I find myself with fresh views from my bedroom which 

faces Clover Creek.  Before, an ice storm snapped tree branches, my sweet cat, Molly, could not 
find her way back home to me, and then the loss of a dear neighbor and friend.  The visages of age are made apparent with a red fiberglass cast on my left arm (more about that in  my next post). How did 65 years go by so quickly?  March 31, 1947.  Like thousands of feet of mini dreams spliced together on a flickering 
reel of old film, it continues like the slow locomotive flow of the creek.  

I pretend I'm sitting on a cloud, like a child imagining, and ask:  Were there still fairies that 

disappear in a half wink among the trees?  Will there be bands of gold when I reach the sea?  And will the heirloom seeds I planted yesterday grow?  How to control the fluttering at my collarbone as I see moonbeams reflect on the creek, so different from the phosphorescent  light tripping at night. 
 Sought after dreams are still dreams.

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But I take heed of the trees' whispers, as more color spills from the garden by day, new lilacs
 and honeysuckle budding, waiting for monarchs and hummingbirds to arrive.  The fluffy yolk of the sun  forms a bridge to my front door where I will hang a springtime wreath.  Quilted jelly jars on the shelf, waiting to be filled with blueberry jam.  I hope the hollyhocks bloom a regal red.  Spring breathes eternally and faith is restored with buttercream frosting on my cake.  Family and friends mark the date with cards and forever smiles.  As the creek flows into a lake, it becomes a river which flows to the sea.  The mosaiced ocean 

calls for me.  A misty morning on the boardwalk, pink clouds shaped like ponies on the horizon, gulls 
write an opus in the breeze. The eye follows till it reaches the blue midnight air. A new- found, 
heightened state of joy and peace is at the heart of me.

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