In the time it takes to deeply breathe the waves forgive and wipe my footsteps clean.
Waves today calmly bounce
Then crawl toward waiting shore.
The air is warm enough for me.
That’s what the sun is for.
Reality is ever near.
It’s patient, does not hide.
I take it all for granted, true,
Still it waits by my side.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with theme word “bounce”.
Terns wonder what I’m looking at
As I return their stare.
They do not move. They’re in some groove.
I love their goofy hair.
Venus shines but in the Sun.
Mars and Jupiter
Play with the Moon, that crescent Lune,
While wakened seagulls stir.
Waves keep up their wavy stuff.
They lick sand smooth near me.
The patient Sun begins its run
With birds and Moon and sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photos: “Royal Terns”, above, and “Birds, Sun and Sea”, below.
It’s flat for farming and the trees
Are tall and silent like the corn.
Farmers left a few of these.
In the sunlight both are worn.
Shadows show what dominates
On these plains with open skies.
The urban far off concentrates
Dreams but here the roots are wise.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish hosts. She’s featuring the photography of Sharon Knight.
The Moon lets me stare at it unlike the Sun. I need a cooler face that doesn’t burn my eyes. I know little about the Moon, but that doesn’t matter.
I pass two cats along the boardwalk. They don’t mind me looking at them either and I know as little about them as I do about the Moon.
STRAY CATS ON THE PATH
WINTER–DOES IT BOTHER THEM
STORMS ARE COMING IN
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Victoria C. Slotto with the theme “winter moon”.
One fall when leaves were gone the clearings came. Those worth the haul were taken, but the rest would have to carry on. As if a flame had come to burn this forest’s ancient best, the parent trees, the wisdom they possessed, the ground turned bare as youthful family trees preserved their hold on Earth tenaciously.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar with Bjorn hosting on the theme of silence. I formatted the Chaucerian stanza as prose to highlight where I would expect a reader to enjoy the silence. I use line breaks to mark the completion of metrical patterns not to indicate silence although sometimes I run out of breath and need to pause before I carry on.
Photo: “Thinning” by the author.