Peekaboo
Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky
Tag: seasons
Spring’s Breakthrough
Tree buds red and plump Reach for skies clear and blue At last spring’s breakthrough
Lifeline
She caught herself staring At a desolate tree Peeling bark and leafless branches Reaching Into the cold Crystal blue sky Where puffy clouds floated Aloofly by Unaware of its reach For something Nothing Anything at all She caught herself staring At a cardinal Just starting to sing And found a lifeline Between Fall and spring
Hope Springs Eternal
Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
November’s Way
November’s golden embers Grow dimmer by the day Faded and fallen Never long to stay Never ones to say goodbye Just gone for good one day Though we wish to hold on That is November’s way
October
It tiptoes in On summer sandals Over retreating tides Down leave-clogged channels October teases Of treats to come It tricks us whether Fall has begun But it cannot hide The chill in its air Or the game it plays Called Truth or Dare
Fall In New England
Cornfield mazes Bushels of apples Crisp Fall nights White wooden chapels Aged cheddar cheese Flannel shirts Grazing cows Roads made of dirt Freshly brewed coffee Stargazing at night Pumpkin patches Leaves turn bright Days grow shorter Geese take flight
Technicolor
I watched the leaves Fall like rain A sprinkle A shower They spattered The ground Before pooling In technicolor Puddles A bowl of promises Yet to come
A Welcome, A Farewell
The morning birds sing A song I’ve longed to hear A welcome, A farewell They sing this time of year A welcome to spring’s Saving grace A farewell to winter’s Scowling face The morning birds sing Under shifting skies As spring is born Of winter’s demise
Geese
Geese flew over Aligned in a V Rhythmically flapping Not one noticed me Staring up Mesmerized by the sight Knowing change came Each year they took flight As I paused To marvel at the geese They flew, one-by-one To the pond beneath Surrounded by leaves Golden with age They bathed in the glory Of… Read More Geese
