Tones and Textures


The tone of words one now cannot erase,
The texture of an isolated place,
The thoughts of cheer one thought one had before
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.

Rejoice. That promise heard about midnight
Was not a dream but dawning of new light.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme of “unusual tones and textures”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (WimzyGizmo) is hosting with the word “cheer”.

Moon in Blue Gray Sky

The Warmth of the Dance


The music helps the fire throw heat.
Tom and Jane dance with the beat.
The wind turns snow until it’s gone.
Through cold or warmth the dance moves on.

When we let go then we may spin
And let whatever’s out there in.
Jane and Tom would understand
But now they’re resting hand in hand.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Victoria C. Slotto is hosting on the theme of “fire” and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Caught Snow

Waiting From a New Perspective

I’ve been to Gillson Park many times. It is on Lake Michigan and there is plenty of parking. It is a little far for me to bicycle, but it would not be impossible. What’s impossible is not what’s important. What’s important is that there is a park here at all and there is a beautiful lake that waits on it like a servant.

There's a haiku here
somewhere waiting for me
to try to find it.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “from an unusual angle”. Also linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Imelda is hosting.

Lake Michigan in Late November

Look and Feel of Gratitude

Fairy tales when left undone
May spoil in the morning Sun.
What was truly true last night
Weakens strangely with fresh light.
Does that matter anyway?
The morning brings another day.
Be grateful, praising spring and fall,
Those great among us and those small.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. And linked to dVerse Quadrille where Lillian is hosting with the word “spoil”.

Orange Above

Haiku by Pat Kopanda

Frank Hubeny's avatarPrairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana

hawk ghost
peers through a snow squall
from telephone wires


sunshine this cold day
from the semi truck’s roof
flying crystals


Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Frank Hubeny is hosting at dVerse. Come and join other poets. You may link one poem on any theme at dVerse during Open Link Night.

Haiku by Pat Kopanda. Photo by Frank Hubeny.

First Snow First Snow

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Touch

Forgiveness brings the softest touch
Yet smashes walls to let in light.
We throw away the leper’s crutch.
The snow that bothered us so much
Now sparkles like bright stars of night.


Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting with the theme of “touch”. I am also linking to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Morning Snow”, above, and “Trail of Leaves Through the Snow”, below.

Trail of Leaves Through the Snow

Squares

Four lines define the boxy square
That keeps us safely trapped somewhere.

A circle in the ceiling might
Let in wet rain and dry sunlight.

Between these squares and circles we
Live out our dreams for harmony.


Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

Photos: “Nature Overtakes Straight Lines”, above, and “Rectangles Behind the Vine”, below.

Rectangles Behind the Vine
Rectangles Behind the Vine