Trip the Night Fantastic

Winter is the annual night
With the outside covered white
Putting on fresh dreams so sleep
Opens wide new eyes to light.

Nighttime is too short to weep.
Memories of joy we keep
And refreshed with inner sight
We take our daytimes ever deep.


Text: This is a variation on the rubaiyat I have been playing with. I will be featuring forms like this on Thursday at dVerse.

Photos:  “Falling Snow”, above, “Snow Leaves the Trees with White”, below. These are linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “trip the night fantastic”.

Snow Leaves the Trees with White

Through the Forest Preserve

There’s more than I could ever see.
This gush of generosity
Presents abundance where no wall
Could block receiving all that’s free.

Trees have finished winter’s fall.
They stand magnificently tall.
We breathe together patiently
Through One whose arms embraces all.


Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.  Grace is hosting.  The form of my poem is a variation on the rubaiyat using iambic tetrameter rather than pentameter and patterned on Robert Frost’s “STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING” featured some years ago on dVerse but with half of the number of lines.

Photos: “Pond”, above, “Open Space with Geese”, below.

Open Space with Geese

Journey to the Sea

When death comes to ask forgiveness
May I be ready with a kiss.
Take these trinkets. Take that treasure.
I need nothing more than this.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah hosts with the theme of ekphrastic poetry and introducing Fay Collins’ art.

Photo: This image is of an oil painting by Fay Collins used with permission for Sarah’s prompt.

Lingering Day

Some days I get out of bed and all the night’s rest must have organized something because things appear obvious at least the things that I am aware of. There is much that I am not aware of and that by default isn’t clear because I am not even aware of it.

That lack of clarity is also a good thing. It gives me reason to go to sleep again tonight, trust the muse to do whatever she wants, so I can awaken with a new present, painful or not. And if there should be pain, I will be searching through whatever opportunity sorrow provides to find joy.

EVENING TAKES MY HAND
LINGERS AS THE DAY GROWS LONG
THERE’S THE MORNING SUN


Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of “lingering day”.

Photos: “Evening Pavement”, above, and “Sunset over Green Bay”, below.

Sunset over Green Bay

Time

There’s time enough for trees to grow
And time for bunnies, too,
And time for hearts to beat and know
The good. May it be true.


Photos: “Branches Mark Their Time With Curves”, above, “Bunnies”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Prompt. The theme this week is “time”.

Bunnies

Poetry

Words to sharpen out the white,
Offer some solidity,
Make me search for light when night
Teases with futility.


Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Paul hosts with the theme of “ars poetica”.

Photos: “Facing the Morning Sun”, above, and “Trees at Home”, below.

Trees at Home

Urban Renewal

The urban may be wonderful
With scarcely any tree,
But give me just a tree or two.
There’s something that a tree can do
That sets my daydreams free.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme “urban renewal”.

Photo: “Chicago River” linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with theme “breathe” since the scene makes me want to take a deep breath.