Earth

From mushrooms up to maple trees
The Earth is home to all of these.
There’s so much that I cannot see
That’s tucked away mysteriously.

Mysteriously it’s come to be
From somewhere, from the wild wet sea.
It’s even home for you and me.


Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. The prompt word is “earth”. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting.

Photos: “Mushrooms”, above, “Maple”, below.

Maple

Today

The Earth wears cloudy sunglasses today
And smiles as warmth gets through to us today.

The wind sleeps all the afternoon away
And trees have nothing much to do today.

The Earth eclipsed the Moon last night and may
Bare trees eclipse the Sun’s dim light today.

Flying birds herd like a song. They sway.
I wish my camera would turn on today.

Forgive that camera. Now, enjoy their play.
You saw them, Frank. That’s all that counts today.


Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Paul is hosting with the ghazal form as the theme. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Winter Sun Through Trees”, above, and “Earth Wears Cloudy Sunglasses”, below.

Earth Wearing Cloudy Sunglasses

Earth, Fire, Air, Water

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”.

Photo: “Morning Sun”, above, “Earth, Fire, Air, Water”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “earth, fire, air and water”.

Earth, Fire, Air, Water

Coconut Oil, Bad Guys and the Rising Sun

I don’t think the brain wants coffee as much as coconut oil. I put a large tablespoon of it in my coffee each morning. I know that sounds gross, but milk is just as gross, if you pause briefly to think about it, and don’t get me started on what coffee shops do with whipped cream. I prefer coffee strong and black in a real mug, but the brain doesn’t only need coffee to see straight.

Truly true stories don’t have bad guys. There aren’t as many out there anyway who want to feast on us like we feast on whatever we can. It’s not that there aren’t bad guys, people who, even with the gates open, even with there being no gates, even with there being no outside, feel unworthy to enter paradise. It’s more like we need some coconut oil in our coffee to see them better.

I take for granted that the Sun will rise in the morning. Is that because the Sun or the Earth loves us? We don’t like to think so, but what we like to think doesn’t matter when it comes to reality. Besides, we will abandon them before they abandon us. If I were the Sun, or the Earth, I would love to indiscriminately scatter crumbs to whomever was out there, good or bad, like an offering.

Some people drink coffee out of the skin of an avocado–or so I’ve heard. That drink must be hard to hold. All they’re lacking to make a really bad mess is whipped cream.


Linked to Jill Lyman’s Day Two post in the series 28 Days of Unreason based on reading Jim Harrison’s Songs of Unreason. The theme is about the Sun forgetting to rise.
Photo: “Rising Sun” by the author