Tuesday, August 31, 2021
154 Fallen
154 fallen
when will it be empty -
the apple tree
* * * * *
weeds overgrown
empty the walk borders
today, hopefully
* * * * *
ye old shed door
no Poet Laureate
hidden within
Monday, August 30, 2021
Butterfly Joins in With Sparrows
Fruit and Flower Contours Touch as They Coalesce
fruit and flower
contours touch as they coalesce -
bees dip their tongues
This is a bit cheerier than the poem I was writing earlier whingeing about the external noise the road work crew were making this morning.
So happy I went outside to the back garden with my coffee and stood in awe at how the morning glories are co-mingling with the apples, and how the bees are breakfasting.
ahh! The final days of August.
Sunday, August 29, 2021
Distance Between Us
Walk a Mile Without a Picture
goal failed
walk a mile without a picture -
butterflies ... flowers
On a beautiful afternoon walk. My goal was to save my battery and walk for the first 1 1/2 Miles without taking any pictures.
I made it two blocks away from home and found these gardens.
After Two Days of Much-Needed Rain
bowl overflows
all of nature drinks
cardinals sing
* * * * *
burnt grasses
now, luscious wet greens
rain restores
* * * * *
walking date
sisters walk in puddles
never grow old
*****
under cherry tree
birdbath overflows
cardinals joyous
birdbath overflows
a rainy night's reservoir
sparrows splash
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Silence - Message Speaks Loudly
According to poet Chris R. that Chinese character in Japanese says "shizuka" which means "silence."
Google adds "quiet, peaceful, silent."
It really hit me today because the gift giver passed away approx. 5 years ago. While she is silent all her rich advice stays with me even today.
And finally, I think I'm starting to learn the value of silence.
Friday, August 27, 2021
Silence - Only A Squirrel
Prayers for Rain, Peace, Afghanistan
what is a prayer
mindfulness with love and light
eyes closed
* * * * *
puddles
in farmers fields
pray it saves the crops
* * * * *
always
pray for peace
dove with olive sprig
* * * * *
candles burn bright
prayers to Afghanistan
shadows flicker
Hands Are Full
petrichor heavy in the air fills our hands