Autumn Forest Winter Snow

Seasons bring their offerings,
Presents with a bow.
Open daily one by one.
Awaken like a morning sun.
Some light will help one know.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.

Winter Snow


Secrets lie where I won't go
So I cannot see.
They're well-hidden even though
They’d be shown to me.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Merril is hosting with the prompt “secrets”.

Moon Venus and Jupiter

Look Up

They all were aiming the same way
Though wild they’re organized.
They chattered some. What did they say?
I’d likely be surprised.
Underneath I watched the sky.
Two droppings were well placed.
Some of them thought they should fly.
One dropping missed my face.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Look Up”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile was my own foolishness to stand for an unnecessarily long period of time underneath those birds. It gave some of them enough time for target practice.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “wild”.

Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Good Deeds

It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do
Won’t block me as I struggle to obey.
It’s good as well, though harder to accept,
That what I do get done’s forgiven, too.
That leaves the doing. May that ever stay
Removing clouds that darken sunny day.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.

Forest Preserve in August


I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
Waking from a winter’s dream
Who was speaking to me then?
Angels, bright, while demons slip
Me thoughts on which they hope I’ll trip,
Have guarded me again.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme of quoting the last line of a book of our choice and writing a poem on it.

Tall Grass

Outer Cold Inner Warmth

With roaring emotions fresh troubles may start.
Soaring of insight warms a cold heart.
Decide how this moment’s most fittingly spent.
The iron of anger with kindness is bent.
Doors opened outward bring shivers and cold,
But sunlight, bright sunlight, though cloudy stays bold.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the prompt is “Outer Cold, Inner Warmth: The Comforts in Your Life”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile this past week with gratitude was the acceptance by Kids at Heart Publishing of three of my poems for their future anthology.

Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts with the word “roar”.

Outer Cold
Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Lost Somewhere Between H and Og

Some elements are shiny,
Others not so much.
And some no matter how they try
To hypnotize I don’t know why
I’m charmed yet love their touch.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the periodic elements. If Og isn’t the last element, replace it with whatever is. Since I missed the Mister Linky deadline, I am also linking it to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Lake Michigan in the Fall