Tag: nature

When Time Stands Still

When Time Stands Still

It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn
Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass
The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song
A blanket of silence comforting and welcome
Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day
It is in these moments that time stands still
I am gifted with peace and I give thanks


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Prompts

RDP - Thanks
Stream of Consciousness - Morning
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend

Trading Places

Trading Places

A lemon sherbet sky
Brought its chill to the evening
The sun, released from its obligations of the day,
Slipped quickly from sight

As twilight consumed
Trees shivered in Autumn winds
Sending their loose leaves scattering
Laying a carpet of burnt sienna on the cold ground

Darkness came and the earth became silent
A time to reflect on the beauty daylight brings 
And allow the night to put it to rest
The glow of a nightlight moon comforts as peace comes


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Prompts
Light - RDP
Open Link Weekend - Earthweal

Hibernation

Hibernation

The smoky grey sky remained
long after the storm blew away
remnants of an Indian Summer
Clouds hung heavy and oppressive
in the late afternoon
Lingering joy of sunshine and warmth
already faded into memories 
A page turns and a new chapter begins
I am not ready, I am never ready
to let go of my season of birth
It invigorates me, it feeds me
I draw strength from its strength
I grow and thrive like grapes on the vine
and wheat in the fields
Now it’s time to be plucked and harvested
My season is celebrated for its bounty
With thanks duly given
but then my world becomes dormant
leaving me to cover my head and hibernate


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

Walk in the Park – Poem of the Month – September 2022

Walk in the Park

I walked that I might breathe
Each inhalation pushing the oxygen
Up to my brain until my head cleared
and normalcy returned
Every step taking me further away
from the source of my discontent
I absorbed the surroundings
Following the bend in the river
A gentle susurrus shook
The weeping willow blossoms
Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline
as dusk staked its claim on the day
From the corner of my eye
a scintilla of light flashed
to the left, then the right
Fireflies shining in the twilight
Glowing on and off
Teasing the viewer
tempted to catch them
It was then I knew
I had found my querencia
My safe place of peace
Where my equilibrium could return
Stopping to wonder at the light show
I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn



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Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem.  I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia.  You will find
their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.

Good Morning – A Quadrille

Good Morning

Sleep slinked away like a thief in the night
In the wee hours of the morning
countless sheep filled a head
waiting for dawn to break
With it came brightness and clarity
A palette of blazing orange
with whisps of grey brushing the sky



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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse.  She has
promoted us with "Morning"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Image by marion beraudias from Pixabay 

The Dog Days of Summer

The Dog Days of Summer

The Summer began in early Spring this year
Bringing merciless heat scorching body and earth
Cranking air conditioners and spinning fans
Beaches and pools crowded with souls
Searching for cooling comfort
The solstice came and went
and the arrival of rainy season gifted relief
As it slipped into its seasonal pattern
Now deep into August the sky is full
Moving clusters of cumulus clouds
Drape themselves across the blue-grey expanse
Emptying in intervals
With thirty second rain showers
Now you see them, now you don’t
Pouring on one side of the street,
Not the other
The sun peeking in between
Painting her rainbows
And as darkness falls mosquitoes come to life
Sending their targets scurrying
for the cover of citronella
Heat lightning glows red in the night sky
And thunder’s drum roll announces its presence


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August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge. -- Blaize Clement

Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. This poem is in response to Sanaa's
prompt of The Month of August from Thursday night's D'Verse. I was running too late to post it!
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