Tag: Trees

A Fair Exchange

A Fair Exchange

My favorite plants do not grow here
The soil is not to their liking
So I learn to love new exotic ones
that tolerate the dryness of our winter
and welcome the hot rainy season 
Gone are the pretty blue hydrangeas
and pink hybrid roses tinged with gold
Replaced by bright yellow Allamandas 
and Wedgewood blue Plumbagoes
Strikingly elegant the orange-blue Bird of Paradise
stands tall holding its head high
Instead of sheltering myself under an Oak tree
I now sit in the shade of a Royal Poinciana
Marveling at its shadow-providing beauty
heavily adorned with burnt orange blossoms
The palm trees host varieties of orchids
clinging to the trunks with their outstretched tendrils
Hot sun and heavy rains gift me 
with a stunning technicolor of exotic blooms
A trade I gladly accept
 
 
 
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Claudia Schoenfeld, one of the original founders of D'Verse Poets, is hosting tonight and he has prompted us with 'Gardens or Gardening'.  A favorite pastime of mine.



Image Bird of Paradise Pixabay
Image Royal Poinciana by note thanun on Unsplash
Image Allamanda by DEZALB from Pixabay
Image Plumbago by Ian Lindsay from Pixabay 
Image Butterfly Orchid Wiki 

Rendezvous

Rendezvous

Lightly falling rain
soaking her hair
Excited she moved quickly
Anticipating
Feeling the chill
of the night air

Branches hanging low
snagging her dress
Oblivious to the elements
Extremities turning numb
Her zealous thoughts
she could not repress

Sheltering under the trees
he saw her running
toward him
In all her beauty
even disheveled
she was stunning

Facing each other
he was reticent to speak
Holding back his words
reining in his actions
fearing the havoc
he might wreak

Looking into his eyes
she knew it was wrong
Her head lowered
in a shameful repose
She opened her eyes
but he had already gone

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Reticent

Zealous

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Eyes Wide Open – Week 5

Good Morning!

This is what I came across this week while out and about in nature. As always all photos are taken with an iPhone.

Enjoy your Saturday!

Palm Trees with Earrings

Palm Trees with Earrings

Purple Blue Clematis

Pretty Lilcac-Blue Clematis

Face in the tree

I see a face in this dead Palm tree

Ibis flight

A group of Ibis on the trail

 

Mango Tree

 

An insurance company would call this an “attractive nuisance”.  I could easily have stolen these delicious looking mangoes

 

Keep your eyes open, you never know what you will see!

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Thirst

Musical sound of rain
Against a corrugated roof
A wordless opera
Of drama and fraught
With worry of how to cope
What nature had brought

The planet’s frown
Sucking rain into its cracks
Giving breath to the roots
Of trees shriveling
Into dust on blistered ground
Parched and crippling

The deluge continues
Day after endless day
The energetic monsoon
Providing the needed fuel
Protecting earth’s mortality
In its season of renewal

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Words Prompts:  They were definitely not easy today but I think I managed it!

Cope

Blister, Frown, Opera

Monsoon

Energetic

Renewal

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Balance

Faces forming in the clouds
Evanescent in the billowing shroud
Colors brilliant at the end of the day
Pinks and blues give way to oranges and grey

Salty spray upon the face
Murmuring waves rolling without a trace
Windblown feathers of the hawk
Spirits of the ocean talk

Energy of the water runs deep
Crying souls succumbed to final sleep
Undulating strength of a million years
Cumulating in a sea of tears

Ancient trees stand witness to it all
Ringed with age, strong and tall
Mountains jagged and insurmountable
Standing close and almost touchable

Beauty abounds but at what cost
Take it now it will soon be lost
Reenergize the human being
This life of yours is worth living

Chakras tell the story
Where you might lose your glory
Balance life as nature does perfect
Or suffer the consequential effect

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Evanescent

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The Reader

Sweet sounds of the mourning dove
The sun filtering through the trees
A clearing full of buttercups and
Daisies fluttering in the summer breeze

You are sitting under the oak
Reading your book so intently
Not noticing my arrival
I observe you patiently

Your hair thick and dark
Glasses on the tip of your nose
Long legs stretched out
Sitting in a comfortable pose

Your book is of course a classic
Catcher in the Rye
You have read it a dozen times
Only you know why

You are in your special place
I do not want to disturb
Happy to be observing you
I will not perturb

Engrossed in your reading
I will watch you for a while
You do not see me
But I am giving you a smile

In nature’s mystical playground
Infused with its energy
I yearn for you from afar
But we can no longer be

I am your past
Gone now from this life
We were once together
When I was your wife

Christine Bolton

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