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”.
Every candle shows its flame,
Burning wax, reheating blame.
Maybe it is all the same
When the end upturns the game.
When the end sets up the fall
Will my candle scatter all
Flickers fighting in a brawl?
Fire the passion. Free what’s small.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts with the theme word “fire”. I used the tanaga form for this poem after reading a poem last week by Bekkie Sanchez.
Photos: “Winter Scene with Morning Sun”, above, and “Winter Scene with Afternoon Sun”, below.
Birds may chatter. I walk by.
Trees prepare to greet the Sun
That concentrates on shiny things
Like bonds held true with golden rings.
The birds rejoice when morning’s come.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah Russell is asking us to focus on the thing rather than explicitly describing something abstract which the reader is supposed to guess, but I am not sure what it is myself.
Photos: “Movement”, above, and “Birds Minding Their Own Business”, below.
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.
Pigeons stick together waving through the sky.
Seagulls wander off alone aiming their dreams high.
Plovers busy with the shore flitter now and then.
Terns wait by serenely. The Sun will rise again.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting. I am also linking, as gratitude to the Sun for rising, to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Bright Sun”, above, and “Birds Around Me”, below.
Terns wonder what I’m looking at
As I return their stare.
They do not move. They’re in some groove.
I love their goofy hair.
Venus shines but in the Sun.
Mars and Jupiter
Play with the Moon, that crescent Lune,
While wakened seagulls stir.
Waves keep up their wavy stuff.
They lick sand smooth near me.
The patient Sun begins its run
With birds and Moon and sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photos: “Royal Terns”, above, and “Birds, Sun and Sea”, below.
It’s flat for farming and the trees
Are tall and silent like the corn.
Farmers left a few of these.
In the sunlight both are worn.
Shadows show what dominates
On these plains with open skies.
The urban far off concentrates
Dreams but here the roots are wise.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish hosts. She’s featuring the photography of Sharon Knight.
Photo: Sharon Knight took the featured photo. She titled it “for b.”. Other photos by her can be seen at SunEarthSky — Meditations from the Midwest.