Dew glistens, whimsical, over gentle dawn
hues fade beyond the background of sparkly nights
silent moments breath light on the nourished lawn
creeks flow gently, harmonizing with bobwhites
wind’s soft voice overflows with a melting song
reflections of timeless joy a poet writes
shadows erase the still of winter so strong
her dreams burning wild in the brilliance of hope
knowing that this grace of Spring is never wrong
storybook worlds rise as fostered seeds elope
musical chairs played between the heart and soul
thunder and lightening don’t know how to cope
the glory of Springtime concludes with a stroll
through those hearts who know God’s grace will make them whole
Categories:
bobwhites, april, beautiful, inspiration, nostalgia,
Form: Terza Rima
Eight Words 2 8-8-24
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Velvet Night
On a warm, velvet summer night,
When moonlight drips in a soft SIGH,
The scents of LILACS bathe starlight
And CAJOLE crickets to reply.
MISTY castles enchant SLUMBER
On a warm, velvet summer night
Spent hearts dream in shades of umber
In mystical moonstruck half-light.
Midnight mistrals, rufous bobwhites,
Chirp with sweet sonata finesse
On a warm, velvet summer night
Soft breath of summer seeks to bless.
ETCHING calm into WEARY eyes
Sweet wine of sleep nuzzles midnight
Dulcet GUITAR blooms – sweet tones rise –
On a warm, velvet summer night.
Categories:
bobwhites, night, summer,
Form: Quatern
The beauty of a well worn saddle
If only it could speak of its earlier days
It’s wear tells a story, marred by the rub of denim on the open range
The saddle soap stain; mottled by an early spring rain
The busted stitches; the remnants from a horse’s mane
It’s decorative leather tassels weathered and frayed
Manifesting a story of harder days
We can gather much by the saddles tattered worn sight
The leather reveals the cowboy riding, day and night
Driving a herd as the cattle dogs snip and bite
Busting a covey of bobwhites
O’ the irony of a saddles tale
The loneliness, the camaraderie, the serenity of life on the trail
The wear tells a story, the beauty of a saddle, worn well
Categories:
bobwhites, america, beautiful, inspiration, introspection,
Form: Rhyme