Eve of Destruction As I listen to the cacophonyof crows squabblingover tumbled fruiton the groundOr as I watch dolphinsarcing in the seaI am forever in gratitudethat I have lived to seethe magic of nature As our forests burnand the oceansfill with garbage,so does our respectfor these wondrous giftsWe have used and abusedour planetto the pointof itsContinue reading “Eve of Destruction”
Category Archives: Nature
Winter
Winter – A Butterfly Oddquain Windis whistlingthrough the leafless treesFeeling the chill in the airColdAs I pull my collar upshivering slightlyWinter hascome Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Mind Love Misery’s MenagerieSaturday Mix – Oddquain FormOddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five linesI chose aContinue reading “Winter”
Trumpeter Swan
Trumpeter Swan Looking through the tall grassdown into the valley belowOh what a sight for my sore eyesDid this magical day bestowThe majestic Trumpeter SwanSignature ebony beak, legs and feetHis plumage surrounding himas a throne on which he will seat He moved silently on a mirrored lake Creating a picture postcard sceneThe cold waters are his kingdom WhereContinue reading “Trumpeter Swan”
Ripe for the Picking – A Haibun
Ripe for the Picking As kids growing up we would pile into the family car for the Sunday drive. Living in the city this was most often a trip into the country where we could connect with nature. The car rides would seem endless and there were no videos, iPhones or iPads. We would play I SpyContinue reading “Ripe for the Picking – A Haibun”
Rhythm
Rhythm The soft breeze liftedan early morning mistThe skies clearedas the sun appearedand the earth was kissed Equal parts of dayshared with the nightwho darkens the skyas we close our eyeswhile they fight for the light A circle of existencegiving life and breathYesterday is history Tomorrow is a mysteryUntil we meet our death Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Rhythm”
Tranquility
Tranquility As the evening suntakes its final breathof the daythe dappled grey skyedged in silverlights the way Silhouetted birdsflying high above theirdisappearing shadowsDarkness fallsand the moon risesover flowering meadows Cool evening airwith a gentle windrustling the treesSounds of the nightcalming and comfortingA natural tease Softly the rain comesdampening dried earthPaying penance to the sunBy first morning lightneeded nurtureContinue reading “Tranquility”
Morning Light
Morning Light A shard of sunlight pierced the grey skySoon silver light in the eastwas threaded with goldDrawing a sigh That delicious momentof nature’s morning lightpassed quicklyas the day began and stole the night An island of reflectionseeing the rise and fallof both sun and moonA war for supremacybehind the rainfall Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word Prompts:DeliciousIslandWarImage by YinanContinue reading “Morning Light”
End of Days
End of Days Frozen in timePetrifiedPolarizedWith no reasonor rhyme A bolt of lightningStrikingParalyzingthe bodyFrightening Unable to turnyet senses in tactKnowingAwareof the burn Voices nearUnseeingFeelinga mutual distressof dread and drear Prisonersof the elementsCapturedHostageNo listeners Nature’s anomalythe end of daysFamineStarvingConcluding solemnly Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday #Write/Photo – WickerWord Prompt:Anomaly Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.comContinue reading “End of Days”
Polar Bear Drowning
Polar Bear Drowning Why is the polar bear drowningin a warm and iceless sea?Robbed of his habitatbecause of man’s love affairwith incessant debris A cornucopia of excessand disregard for habitatInstant gratificationtaking priorityBlame the autocrat Winter now lingerswhere once was SpringSnow covering the plainsin April, with nothing for the Arctic king His kingdom is meltingas the seas do riseThe PolarContinue reading “Polar Bear Drowning”
King
King Sipping teain the afternoonstaring acrossthe Serengeti grassesI spy a movementin the corner of my eyeand the moment passes Again, it is theremaybe one hundred yardsa head rises momentarilyStaying long enough for me to recognizethe Lion, albeit temporarily A mutual respectfor each other’s presenceas different as chalk and cheeseHe stealthily moves awaysauntering lithelytowards the trees Surely as oil andContinue reading “King”
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