Brilliant it blossoms,
Struggle and cry out for help.
Shattered,
But alive.
Willingness forgotten,
Try to huddle as would a whelp.
I'm not flattered,
But I survived.
Killing season,
More losses,
Mother may not recognise my yelp.
Not everyone has heard,
Feels like everyone scattered,
I conceded to the night cries.
spanish mariquita
tasting dainty white blossoms
they feel honored
Nette Onclaud’s contest, Seasons Now and After,
August 11, 2025.
Autumn is here! some flowers still blooming,
but the first freeze is forecast in the news.
Gorgeous flowers face gardeners’ fuming;
every autumn we mourn the garden blues.
The next few days display the dreary glimpse
of what autumn’s coolness chose to unlock.
With sword-like sudden drop in autumn temps,
we find free growth is foiled by yearly shock.
And yet my whimsi-calla lily thrives.
Out of habit, she holds sway o'er first frost.
Like my precious baby’s breath she survives.
I savor these days, summer is not lost.
Under the cherry blossoms, we stand,
Your hand in mine, soft as the sand.
The world is loud, yet here it’s still,
Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill.
We giggle softly, sharing a look,
Like secret pages in a book.
Your laugh, a melody so sweet,
It makes my heart skip every beat.
The way you smile, the way time flies,
I see soft skies in your eyes.
They hold a world so calm and bright,
Like stars that sparkle through the night.
With every step, the world feels bright,
Like stars that twinkle through the night.
We’ll write our story, me and you,
Beneath a sky that’s always blue.
Pristine displays of petals glory peaked!!!
Quintessence virtues of radiance emerge
when crystalline enchantments unfold.
Guileless, flawlessness flowers give us
serenity blossoms to freshly fluff earth.
Spring Hiku 14 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ __ __ _
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spring red rose blossoms I ~ II~ ~ II~ I
I II II I
sprinkled in private garden I_ _ _ II_ __ __ _ _II_ _ __ _ I
scent on nuptial bed I~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~I
I . . . . . . . . I
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Archangel Michael watches from the sky
apple blossoms feel loved
People ask
as they wonder,
what holds
you? Is it
fear? Is it
doubt? Is it
distrust? or is it
all or
neither?
A flower is brought
into this world amidst
chaos
unknowingly
what it may
encounter yet
it remains
pure.
Confined by
discourtesy
trickled by
irregularities
lured by
fallacies yet
stands still as
nature's
gift
as it
shimmers
brightly.
spring haiku 11
sprinkles of spring shine
roses unfurl their blossoms…
the sky is witness
~ branches are adorned with vibrant pink apple blossoms - sprinkle flowers ~
Spring Hiku 7
cherry blossoms shine
l s
l i
i d
on dew-capped trees on h e s...
full moon is w I t n e s s.
In a garden where the colors bloom,
Whispers of dreams erase the gloom,
Each petal sings a soft refrain,
A symphony of joy in gentle rain.
In the hush of night, the stars ignite,
A tapestry woven in twinkling light,
With every heartbeat, the universe sings,
A lullaby wrapped in the love it brings.
A canvas bright, a world unseen,
Colors dance, a vibrant scene.
Words like stars, in velvet night,
Guiding souls to pure delight.
A gentle breeze, a whispered plea,
Emotions rise, wild and free.
Heart speaks truth, a tender art,
Captivating every heart.
With bliss magnetism having exhumed ego,
we’re no longer impacted by fickle fate,
living internally in staid stillness slow,
distanced from patterns of old that used to bait,
for knowing life is but a dream, we’ve let go,
trusting God to carry us to heaven’s gate.
Having been, seen and so known our Self as light,
we embody this wisdom by day and night.
A gentle breeze stirs
Softly calling her name
Across the way cherry blossoms
Dance in a divine frame
Tangled petals swirl
Fragmented pieces blow
Touching Mt. Fuji's peak
Where beauty starts to glow.
As the wind whisper secrets
Blossoms rise aloft
Their delicate form, a work of art
Painting a memory soft
Serenity and wonder
Each image held within
Forever left to gaze upon
Scattered in the wind
blooming tulips thrive
while beaming daffodils glow~~~
basking midst spring bliss
blossoming with peace
spring flowers exude God's grace*~~~
swaying with praises**
*James 4:6 But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
March 31, 2025
**second stanza added after judging, April 8, 2025
2nd place, "Spring Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/6/2025
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