The brindled drop tine bull
Brings his herd along the fence
He steers the steers and leers at me
His look not quite intense
We ponder life, each his own strife, this old cow boy and me
He clears the gate with one old cow
They amble past the here and now
And take me back to the woods by the creek
And the hedgerow post pile by the birthday tree
And the chicken coop and my first chores
The mem’ries flood
To the water tank and the crawdads there
In Holstine’s pasture, way in the back
Not far from a line of walnut trees
Black and tall against the breeze
Each straight as a sentry at his post
Who walked this land
Bow, rifle, plow in hand
It connects me to the land my feet
Negotiate in the autumn heat
I’ve drifted south, as things seem to go
Yet somehow in my soul I know
I’m tied to the land in a way not seen
By those whose mem’ries aren’t so keen
For the ground they trod when their feet were bare
But my mem’ries warm… and it takes me there
crisp frosty morning
ice subsides damp within grass ~
brindled baby’s breath
(December Full Moon – Cree)
Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi
Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!
Scarlet morphs into a shroud of pink; as
Umber tints a brindled horizon, and
Night welcomes an ebony sky filled with
Stars, while a sliver of moonlight rises
Effortlessly in the blackness of night
Tethered to a dying sun as it bleeds.
Dappled dawn slowly raised its shade
As brindled pit-bull puppies played
Patiently the fisherman hooks the mottled rose-dotted trout
Peppiness in his laughter rings out
Lazily the varicolored finch's wings raise him up
Elaborately bedazzled is a spring buttercup
Day to night nature is dappled from higher-up
Written: February 07, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge D Word
Winter arrives as a snowflake
tumbling down from the skies above.
For the Earth's set for a remake;
that calls for a labor of love.
Whitewashing a colored landscape,
Autumn's dead are shrouded in white.
For streaming down like ticker tape,
snow swiftly buries all in sight.
Ice crystals conceal Fall's decay,
creating a fairyland scene.
And tucked under Winter's duvet,
the land appears pristine and clean.
The trees don alabaster gowns,
spun upon Nature's frosty loom.
And white replaces brindled browns,
lifting spirits above the gloom.
Blue skies are cloudy, blanketed in grey,
yet on this muggy, miserable day,
I ride off to my favorite café;
where they serve venison as an entree
and a baked Alaska for dessert; yea!
As the jute box plays, I hear a horse neigh,
a brindled mustang that goes by Jose.
And even though this sounds like a cliché,
Jose enjoys listening to reggae.
(Monorhyme)
11/01/2022
MonoMixoRhyme Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Used How Many Syllables
64 Words
Upon a sullied, sodden sky
of alabaster and ash,
fantasy's formidable flotilla floats
as charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day,
they dawdle; dribbling drops of rain
in sporadic Spring showers.
And Winter's whitewashed wonderland
sparingly salted with brown brindled blotches,
magically melts away,
revealing rough, ragged patches
of grassy green.
When Winter's weakened grip gives way;
bulbs freed from frosty tombs
are awakened by the tap, tap, tap, of April's tepid tears.
And straightaway, snowdrops start sprouting;
simultaneously, sending shoots skyward.
Color counters the dullness of this dark day
as a Robin Redbreast abruptly appears,
defying drizzling drops of grey;
with its crimson chest, ornately on display.
Dappled Winds
Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.
2-11-22
Contest: D Forms - Dizain
Sponsor: Constance La France
White butterflies ruffle
in late August's brindled garden
like petals lingering
in undulating ash of morning breeze.
Thorns of your absence
perforate my aching chest.
6/15/18
Post-drought the winter dawning creeps
across my coarse and brindled lawn,
a molten ocean snail-like seeps
and spreads its early morning yawn.
A lambent thread it first appeared
to rise and fall with rooftops' pitch.
Across the frost it persevered,
this aura of an angel which
has fixed me to this gilded spot
with silent prayers in misted breath,
the fuchsia-ed clouds the sky's begot
above a saffron-laureled wreath.
The first of January wakes
effulgent as the new year breaks.
Autumn arrives astride a chilly breeze
Urged to paint the leaves before Winter's freeze.
The forest faires are all set to go
Under Luna's metallic golden glow.
Magnificent gilded moonbeams unfold,
Natural beauty that's strikingly bold.
Caramel amber, copper, and yellow,
Offset a reddish-orange tangelo.
Like a shimmering swarm of honey bees
Ochers harmonize in the tops of trees.
Rustling mosaics cerise and brindled brown,
Scatter, as brisk breezes blow them around.
(Acrostic)
9/19/2017
A brindled mountain capped with snow,
hosts paradise in its shadow.
Where moss clings to the virgin rock
on ancient roosts where seabirds flock.
White water teaches springs to sing
with that tinkling pitch bubbles bring.
As creeks chuckle a gurgling sound:
laughing out loud, where rocks abound.
Gushing rivulets, spray, and twist,
morphing into a sparkling mist.
And flowers, like living jewels,
are mirrored in reflecting pools.
Light and dark play with skittish leaves,
chasing applause; each breeze receives.
While subtle odors scent the air
with a fragrance, beyond compare.
In this secluded spot on Earth,
Serenity reveals its worth.
For only Nature resides here:
tranquil, with no humans to fear.
Envision: total tranquility,
captured as though by an artist's brush.
Attention given to the landscape,
lush green terrain, inked, primal, and rough.
Brindled hues, an assortment of tints,
merge with waters of indigo blue,
isolation mirrors creation.
Splashes of periwinkle and rose
dapple the ground; under a leafy
blend of emerald green canopies,
depicting a serene paradise.
Stretchy clouds of immaculate white
etched upon skies of aquamarine;
reflect off of a pond's silver sheen.
Alabaster snowflakes scattered over
Brindled patches of frozen forest floor
Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry.
December fluffs up Winter's white duvet,
Eager to embrace the bitter cold and
Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow.
Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves,
Hidden under a glistening coat, an
Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust.
Jesus, it's said, was born in December,
Kindling the celebration of Christmas.
Long nights and short days bring families close,
Marking this as a festive time of year.
Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars
Offset by the deep ebony of space.
Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so
Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches.
Ravens caw, illustrating the profound
Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty,
They feel compelled to give voice to their awe.
Under crystalline skies of cackling blue,
Vistas of evergreen contrast with the
Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded
Xerox copies of an elapsed moment.
Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our
Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.
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