the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows
raise the misty morning veil
mother leads her fawns to drink
Today’s Tan Renga challenge #108 at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is to echo Jane Reighhold’s beautiful haiku.
Tag: deer
Changes #poetry #photography
Gold with little rain
I drive through the veil of yesterday
hoping little has changed
I can’t quite see behind
I see tracings of what lies ahead
the giants in today’s sky
are the least of what I dread
San Francisco and the Northern Bay area (of California) will always be considered home. I dont like seeing the changes that the drought has wrought on the state. I like seeing less the effects the drought is having on nature. Wildlife is driven into the cities in search of food and water. The deer are beautiful (though quite lean); the mountain lions a little less desirable.
The Daily Post Challenge for this week is Change.
Yesterday’s New #dpchallenge #photography #poetry
… it flowed away from yesterday
journey’s path was set anew
what came between us
can’t be read in tomorrow’s news
let us leap toward a new day
one I see rising on the horizon
no need for a replay
let’s race to meet the sun
A new year is time for many things. Yes we can reflect on yesterday but there are new horizons to aim toward.
The Photo prompt for the DP Challenge at WordPress is NEW. Also linking to Nancy Merrill’s photography blog.
All New – Photography to enjoy!
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (daily post)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (from hiding to blogging)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (j. picks)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (the daily blabber)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (cee’s photography)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (just another nature . . . )
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (just snaps)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (jinan daily photo)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (let’s try this again)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (cardinal guzman)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (chittle chattle)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (here and abroad)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (sfchapman)
Weekly Photo Challenge: New (Cardinalguzman)
Winter’s Gift #nature #poetry #death
They came too late to say “goodbye”
for long had she been dead
the one who had bounded free
and always the herd led
where goes the life
that under tree doth fall
a breath too soon has left
tho young or old it matters not
their heart we are bereft
Winter steals many things
color, warmth and all
your beauty seemed to gather much
and teased the world of spring
Carry forth into the night
you spirit of the dawn
perhaps well see you in her eyes
unsteady as a fawn
Voyeur of the Forest #photography #poem
trees breathe life
spring gives birth to nature
a constant song
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mesmerized I sit
doe cares for her speckled young
my backyard
Older than the trees
each year new life
ancient wisdom
Thanks to Managua Gunn who is ghost writing for Carpe Diem today.
He speaks of the forest, the life and healing there and asks that we let the forest inspire our writing.
I am fortunate to each day be inspired by the forest in my back yard.
(I spent Saturday morning watching two young very speckled fawn skipping about the back, while the mother took a snooze.)
What does the forest inspire in your creative spirit???
won’t you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree
Cedar umbrellas, off
to Mount Yoshimo for
the cherry blossoms
and thank you for the words of Basho timeless in meaning and inspiration…
Surviving Winter #poetry #photography
you lie so still
nature’s companion
returned to the dust
beneath loamy undergrowth
surrounds you
you disappear into the ground
you to spend this day alone
foraging
and soon very soon
memories of your childhood
evaporate into the day
and you are left
with no memory of why you do this
at all
Autumn’s Child #poetry #photography
The Carpe Diem prompt is to write a Tanka, the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7 … The inspiration comes from tanka poet Mariko Kitakubo
fine snow
of New Year’s Day,
small footprints
lead to grandma’s gate
before the shrine
of New Year’s Day,
small footprints
lead to grandma’s gate
before the shrine
~ Kitakubo
autumn’s child
grazing a touch away
small footprints
lithe beauty takes my breath
our eyes meet
Head of the Class (micro fiction)
They told me it would be fun
that I would be the head liner
a head turner
the head of my class
I wasn’t expecting it to end like this….
Susan is a class act. Each week she hosts micro fiction monday over at stony river. Check out the great micro fiction and join in.
penned in moon dust 