Freckly

A freckly face does not disgrace
The simple beauty of her eyes,
Two stars who watch the midnight skies,
Two candles blinking warm replies,
Two windows opening a door
No one noticed there before.
Observe. Let beauty emphasize
How tiny freckles frame her eyes.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Mish with the theme word “freckles”.

Last Fall’s Oak Leaves

Heart

If you could see and reach the heart that hides in me
The sun may shine or not for all I’d care
Then with you we could search the sky for love
And by that know the truth of what is real out there.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo prompt with the theme “if you could see into the heart of me”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where Grace is hosting with the word “sun”.

Morning by Lake Michigan

For the Love of Light

 
Up and down, round and round,
See the wonders on the ground,
Soaring beauty full of sky,
Full of gratitude and I
Will praise the truthfulness of light
Seeking dawn through darker night
When evening coolness hints of love
Up and down, beyond above.


Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the them is “for the love of..”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “up”.

Morning Air
Morning Air

Rebirth and Remembrance

 
The morning Sun begins to rise
As dawn rebirths the light.
Those colors I remember well.
They leave the dark with night.

When I awake I sense surprise -
Another day to see,
Another chance to get it right
Or not if that should be.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille wbere Merril is hosting with the word “rise”.

Easter Morning

Nasty Troll

 
No one knows why my troll’s bad.
I think because he’s rarely glad
When someone wandering passes by.
I cross his bridge and yell out, “Hi!”

He blames me then for being there -
“Being noisy everywhere!”
He’s justified to shout at me,
Reverberating mystery.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille. I am hosting with the word “troll”. Come join us with a 44-word poem using the word “troll” in some form in the poem.

Tossed to Shore

Spike

 
I practice breathing given air.
It doesn’t matter that I like
To spike what’s real with worries where
What’s unreal gets the loudest mike.
Sometimes practicing goes slow
Wondering if I’ll ever know
How to breathe. I’d rather not.
Mindlessly I breathe a lot.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson is hosting with theme work “spike”.

pines
pines

Sublimely Structural

 
Not the branch nor the tree
Dancing leaves majestically
Do their small but useful part
To green the ground with mystery.

The wind may kiss us on the fly.
We catch caresses from the sky.
Sublimely structural - stay low
To aim our treasures high.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “sublimely structural”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “kiss”.

Stone Wall, Green Leaves