back door breeze.
relief from sophistry.
sounds of ink
dipping into darkness.
I see moonbows,
or I’d like to; believe
in wings of brightness,
breath of sweet season.
quicksand takes my breath.
soothing tunes of velvet
like romantic violins
reel me in; I need briskness -
a cold blast. I need leaves
to relieve my melancholia.
don’t refuse me the hues
of Autumn, a drift of falling.
Categories:
briskness, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Well-favored Winter Jasmine,
how have you managed to survive?
It's long past the briskness of Autumn days.
Yet, your exquisite beauty lingers, and you thrive,
lovely petals still intact when you shouldn't be alive.
Oh, wondrous Winter Jasmine,
your plant has lost leaves of jade green.
Such a picturesque paradox within my garden,
botanical glowing when moonlight casts a sheen
upon you, creating the glint of a glimmering scene.
My perfect Winter Jasmine,
as white as the day you bloomed
on your stout stem you still stand tall,
scenting the air around you, softly perfumed.
Visions of you laced with snow, my eyes consumed.
Winsome Winter Jasmine,
I fear you're encapsulated in ice.
Not grown in freezing tundra on earth
like alpine flowers of stark white, edelweiss.
I hope your stunning show has not been a sacrifice.
Enduring Winter jasmine,
I hope you remain until Spring.
When you are warmed by the sun,
to your greening bush will you still cling,
attracting pollen seekers; honeybees on the wing?
Categories:
briskness, flower,
Form: Rhyme
like golden diamond specks
in a whirlwind of falls briskness
leaves float to ground
Categories:
briskness, autumn,
Form: Haiku
The silent moon veiled in seamless web darkness.
Bejeweled in radiance starkness,
Youthful valiant Prince Harkness.
Lost in hush briefness.
Charming, brave.
Fierce.
His, a fave.
Diligence, briskness
Each breath struck by its broadness.
Shadow soldiers walk with such braveness.
The silent moon veiled in seamless web darkness.
4/22/2024
Categories:
briskness, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
playing in the wind
across abandoned roadway
leaves chase each other
Categories:
briskness, wind,
Form: Haiku
leaves chase each other
across abandoned roadway
playing in the wind
Categories:
briskness, autumn,
Form: Haiku
The smell of coconut cream pie
is the fragrance of my island roots
the warm, toasted pallets
of golden tropical loveliness
blended in an ocean
of bubbling, creamy briskness
alongside shreds
of swimming coconuts
awaiting to throw
a tropical beach bash
on the white sand
at the surface of my stomach!
Categories:
briskness, food,
Form: Free verse
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
the killer hawk we feared
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
with night's approaching cold
The city lights behind the hills
beckoned the bold and brave
seeking thrills and new frontiers
escaping the nearing grave
Oh, quiet farm soft hid beyond
your peaceful autumn yearns
to teach the dreams of youthful fawn
and nature’s ways to learn.
12/30/2022
Take Me There' Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Categories:
briskness, city, environment, farm, world,
Form: Rhyme
The summer sun begins to chill,
as Autumn sings September's song.
A briskness falls upon the hills,
days now don't tarry quite so long.
As Summer leaves, she blows a kiss
to lovely blossoms, soon to fade.
Leaves on trees await Autumn's bliss
to preen in red and gold parade.
An artist's dream, those royal hues,
as though the trees must be afire.
No room to spare for lilac-blues
songs of September: heart's desire.
She leaves us with a lust for more.
October opens splendor's door.
September 3, 2022
Categories:
briskness, analogy, autumn, flower, kiss,
Form: Sonnet
minstrel wind flows through
tree limbs quiver up and down~
gay leaves susurrate
4/21/2022
Categories:
briskness, inspirational, tree, wind,
Form: Haiku
My heart beats
When I look at you your eyes are so sweet
Her face so small that it involves
Such a passion a briskness
Love's here Gently shall a kiss
Caressing us meets our lips
Arranged passions we sweat
This is how our heart passions meets
3/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
briskness, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, cute
Form: Free verse
The air so cold it feels inert,
briskness that makes the mind alert,
a bluebird sky, a crystal day,
the sun chases some chill away.
New snow half-way up to my knees,
wells and hollows around the trees,
stunted forest, tiny but old,
gnarled by winds and endless cold,
the rhyme ice makes a heavy load,
spruce grouse is flitting too and fro,
bed rock sheened in veneers of ice,
ledges peak out to offer sight
to peaks where so few men have trod,
you stare out like an ancient god.
I see why some folks hike for this,
lucky, this peak has a chairlift.
Categories:
briskness, appreciation, beauty, imagery, mountains,
Form: Rhyme
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
no sparrow’s song was heard.
11/1/2021
from An Autumn Move 10/13/21
for Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
briskness, autumn, morning, october,
Form: Free verse
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
no sparrow’s song was heard.
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
With night's approaching cold
10/13/2021
Categories:
briskness, autumn, day,
Form: Rhyme
Missouri River with a briskness that raises my hair
Sprinkling of snow, but nothing frozen yet
I take a deep whiff of woodsy gladness,
Feeling more in touch with God than ever
The earth world has never been this lovely
Angels and faeries are not far behind; I sense them
Hear a leaf crunch, a twig snap
Look up to see a deer, a doe
She stands and stares at me
Gives that famous deer cough
I briefly see her white tail as she hops over a fallen log
Silence now. Not even a bird noise.
An ethereal quiet.
I stand still, waiting for a miracle
The air tells me it is already here
Categories:
briskness, nature,
Form: Imagism
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