Haiku

Amid night's silence
I see no moonlight, and yet,
I feel her presence.

The green grasshopper
bounces endlessly against
the wall, so confused.

Lizards hide in cracks
between dirt, stone, and branches,
hoping for a meal.

Bumble bee pauses
on the vine's flowering tips,
tasting pure yellow.

As a result of living next to Busch Gardens, this is also part of my daily nature experiences:
Magnetic brakes screech,
timed ever so carefully
with humans screaming.

Happy Equinox

Preparations

Half naked trees
losing their leaves
slowly undressing.

We cover up
and snuggle up
and eat it all up.

Both groups just try
ways to survive
the long winter's night.


Included in The Gooseberry Garden's Poetry Picnic Week 15

Simply Receive

ABC Wednesday features the letter S this week. Thursday is Thanksgiving in the US. Here's two version of the same four line poem reflecting on themes of thanksgiving. The second includes more S words.

Simply receive the earth's blessings.

Be thankful for the harvest's bounty.

Treasure true friendship and of love

that lasts a lifetime in all its forms.

Simply secure in Earth's sacrifice,

Be satisfied with the harvest's surplus.

Sing of sincere shipmates and of love

sustained for a lifetime, in all its shapes.

Autumn Air

Crisp, Brisk, Invigorating. 

My nose is cold from the breeze. 

My body is warm from the sun 

and long sleeves. 

Warm yet chilled is how a day in 

autumn feels. 

I love that feeling! It's such a special sensation.

Run Away

Run away with me

through the reddening trees.

Leave rushing behind.

We'll make our own rhymes

and rhythms to suit

ourselves, world on mute.

Definitely rough, but maybe I'll play with it some more later.
For other R related poems, photos, and blog posts: ABC Wednesday Round 9 R

Autumn

Listen as the wind blows.

Leaves come tumbling down.

Devour their color.

They float to the ground.

Dog Park

It is now National Blog Posting Month 2011 or NaBloPoMo!
A bunch of people all decide to write a blog every day for a month. Due to popularity, it happens every month with a different theme. November is the traditional month with lots more bloggers and prizes. Here is the blogroll which (currently) has over 600 blogs!

Today when we went to the park,

One dog couldn't hold in his bark.

Another played fetch with her ball,

And one didn't move much at all.

When it started to pour,

People ran for the door.

No one wanted to play

On a cold, rainy day.

Thank you Poetry Rally!

I wrote a poem

about my dog's favorite place

Thanks for the award!

Other winners and their poems here.

I nominate LifeSpect: Tender Power for this week's award.

Trees in the Yard

I've always loved plants.
And I've always asked questions.
Behind our yard was a forest.
Or, it looked like a forest to me.

Pine trees so crowded
I couldn't see the road,
though I could hear cars
in nighttime's quiet.

Needles were always falling
into the yard, sometimes cones.
In summer, their pollen
painted everything yellow.

Why don't the pine needles fall
like the trees in the front?
Mom said they were just
different types of trees.

The front trees were in fact
three Bradford Pears.
Trees with leaves hanging
low enough to investigate.

They had beautiful, tiny,
detailed flowers I could study.
They smelled heartily.
I cherish that smell even now.

The pines were felled
to put in more houses.
The Bradfords died slowly;
the species is short-lived.

Every time I smell or see
those beautiful flowers
and when pollen coats cars,
childhood memories flow.



BlogHer Prompt: Things your childhood home is between
The front yard and the back yard :)

Naked Tree Haiku

girl shows a small grin
jumble of leaves at its feet
leave the tree naked


Three Word Wednesday CCXLII
grin, jumble, naked