Sitting in a sunlit room ~
several haiku this morning.
On Bear’s Point
Sitting in morning haze
A red bird
Reflecting back
Pines pour into lake
Mourning thoughts
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A Redbud Spring #NaPoWriMo
April is National Poetry Month and I hope you join me in writing a poem each day. Although I’m starting just this week, my goal is to write each day.
My morning on Lake Ann started the same way as all my other mornings with me going to my windows overlooking our cove. However, today I awoke to a beautiful white springtime snow which had fallen overnight ~
Light snow
Covers the docks and roof tops
Lining the soft curves of the cove
A master painter’s brush has
Outlined the hardwood branches
In fine Irish lace
Through open trees
Stands hints of green buds and first leaves
I can even see
Some mouse ear smiles
Sprinkles of pink
Are all throughout our cove
And over on the other ridge top too
I can see ~
Dozens and dozens of brand new Pink redbud blossoms
Painting a parkscape masterpiece
As the white snow caps lay
The snow itself looks pink
Like fields of lavender
Sitting in beds of pink tulips
With a touch of dancing buttercups
Was it the light?
Was it the fresh snow lift?
Yes, it was all of that
A true master’s gift ~
The start of our redbud spring!
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
Poetry prompt from Tweetspeak Poetry Press using writing exercises from Mary Oliver’s book, How To Write A Poem. My poem is based on the prompt using a poem by Stevens, Snow Man.
One must be a mind of spring
To feel the rich coolness in the air
And the ground unearthed
To behold the Ozark hills adorned
Sprinkled in spring pinks and service whites
And hold their softness in your arms
To be out and about roaming
Walking boldly among the blossoms
Feeling each new petal and young green leaf
And in April still breathing in pollen storms
While braving the weather forecasts anyway
To walk through the back hollows
Go down by the creek rock springs
And watch the clear waters flow
Then hunt for morels undeneath an old elm tree
Sit in wonder at a mountain lake
To see the sunlight play
And watch the southeast winds hit water tops
Making new disappearing wind-fans
One must have a spring mind
To know what is new
And to find their roots again
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
southeast winds
carry sounds galore
memories
#haiku #amwriting
Rise
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
I sit somewhat calm as the air rushes in through the open screen.
Today is like a sudden gust of spring, the air is warm and swirling from the south.
It comes to visit like neighborhood children ringing a door bell and then quickly running away as fast as they can before the door is opened.
Some haiku ~
Light parade
Soldiers standing tall
Mighty woods
Morning sun
I sit upon air
Swings swaying
Living In Light
Writing for the National Haiku Month of February /http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/
#NaHaiWriMo
walking on
push and pull to close
give spare change #
sacred pause
asking god to stay
for you too #
Inspired by Reverend Pamela Cicioni passing along Mother Teresa’s words ~
There is a Light in this World, A Healing Spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter…
We sometimes lose sight of this force where there is suffering, too much pain…
Then suddenly the Spirit will emerge through the Lives of Ordinary People…
Who hear the call and answer in Extraordinary ways!!!
-Mother Teresa-
Good morning from the lakeside deck –
Good morning from the lakeside deck –
February has started out cold but not below freezing so a welcome relief.
Today I’m looking forward to inherent deliberations of present and future goals. Trying to reset my world!
My morning sky lights up
In a field of soft lavender clouds
The horizon sits sparkling in strawberry clusters
Making daybreak whole
Just walking among the treetops
Eagles Flying
Time to spare. . .
Is there really such a thing~
Out and about
I made up my time today
In household shores
And taking out the recyclables
Making donations
Hauling them to the Goodwill
Afterwards carried out deliberations
Ate my morning doughnuts
Then went roaming
Down by Stella, Missouri
Trying to find eagles flying
Out and about driving
Down open roads
Spotting eagle nests
And wings flying!
A Mid-Winter Storm
A mid-winter storm approaches
On a bleak grey day
Snow
Begins falling. . .
Light as a feather
Turning
And falling
Upon hard frozen stone
Painting brown sunken earth
Into a mother lode
Making all new again
Caught up in magic
Vanquished
Acclaiming its due
Adorned
In winter’s finest
Fearless Writing Challenge
As I begin this winter season, I accept the Fearless Writing Challenge to write each day. Thank you Crescent Dragonwheel for your inspiration!
Writers Night Out
Lakepoint Restaurant on Lake Loch Lomond
Free my heart . . .
Where the mighty sky meets
Mountains strong
Rooted into dark deep earth
Facing the world
Soft gentle snowflakes
Dropping ever so slowly
Pouring out freely!
But only seen
By eyes that watch
By bodies that feel
And souls that see
Trading nothing at all
But for themselves
Falling
Softly and
Free
