I cycle on and miss the trees.
They laugh more mindfully than me.
It’s you I’m on this bike to see.
With any end the sun may bring
There will be some old song to sing
And some to dip us fresh in spring.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk with the theme word “cycle”.
Photos: “Circle of White”, above, and “Fern”, below”.
Instead of coins, the shiny kind,
Give me trees to calm my mind.
Instead of gold or silver please
Remember me in forest breeze.
Photos: “Bright and Shiny”, above, “Somewhere Copper, Silver, Gold”, below. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the them “copper, silver and gold”.
Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear,
Where a rich serenity
Holds me like a friend who’s near.
When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb.
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian. The 44-word poem must contain some variation of the word “gather”. The form I am using is a variation on the rubaiyat which I will be featuring this Thursday.
Photos: “Gathering of Blue Blooms and Snow”, above, “Spring Beginnings”, below.
Swinging from the family tree
Learning that the mystery
Isn’t what we have to know
But the joy when we let go.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of spring. Of the photos she provided for inspiration, I was thinking of the one with the two children swinging from a tree. The form of this poem is a tanaga. I will feature it on Thursday.
Photos: “Bird in Tree”, above, and the swing Lillian features, middle, and “Somewhere in Colorado Springs”, below.
Breathing, walking, here today.
What comes next is on its way.
Winter here’s a cold, white play.
Spring hints there’ll be more to say.
Text: A one stanza tanaga.
Photos: “Trees Waking Up By Lake Michigan”, above, and “Looking Through a Tree”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “a hint of spring”.
Winter blows the blue flames out.
Those living will move on.
Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.
The Sun may burn but we are cold.
With Spring we hesitate.
Perhaps in time we may feel bold.
Now we rest and wait.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday with theme word “burn”. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting.
Photos: “Fruit Waiting”, above, and “Waiting for Spring”, below.
In Spring the heart-throb butterfly
Makes lovers stop to touch and sigh
While others watch them passing by
Excited without asking why.
Though it may be a silly thing
When butterflies are fluttering
It’s better than what Winters bring
When frozen hope lacks warmth to sing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photo: “Flowers in a Pot” by the author