I can feel it,
smell it fragrant on the breeze
watch it in the leaves of broadleaf trees that bend to give me shade
taste it sweet upon my waiting lips
a kiss that comes to me
through every flower and bird and labouring bee,
not in gentle honeyed sips but fresh as new picked mint
every morning clear as day, bright as resting dew at dawn
I hear it whispered through the grass
summer is reborn
Categories:
broadleaf, nature,
Form: Free verse
Autumn Inspiration
In
Autumn,
broadleaf trees
shed red, yellow,
and orange hued leaves
which are then blown around
and scattered upon the ground
by the wind, inspiring people
to convey artistic responses
in appreciation for the season.
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Categories:
broadleaf, autumn,
Form: Etheree
gold snub-nosed pet howls
artic broadleaf quakes, echo~
scatters icecap prey
Posted : April 13th 2022
How Many Syllables Verified
Brief explanations;
The golden or gold snub-nosed monkey is a pet. As pets they are playful, smart, affectionate.
This animal has a range of unusual vocal styles including a howl or a whine.
As a primate it can endure harsh winters in Asia which explains my use of artic and icecap in the overall haiku sequence.
Broadleaf as in broadleaf tree.
Categories:
broadleaf, animal, appreciation, character, environment,
Form: Haiku
Picturesque garden
card ritual heralds dream
matchmaker pollen
fruit and berry broadleaf clad
amidst amorous awning
Posted : April 9th 2022
Categories:
broadleaf, art, beautiful, beauty, birth,
Form: Tanka
Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing houses.
Once in a house like this,
I recalled the broadleaf woods of my childhood,
a memory that rocked me gently
in its timbered embrace.
I came to know that depth of my life,
its internal architecture
one room grown from another -
the many mansions.
Categories:
broadleaf, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Grackles
I rambled along a city street
Going nowhere with no one to meet.
When I espied grackles in a tree,
Stretching and heckling between the leaves.
Purplish headed, black feathered beings.
Perched on the branches, stately and free.
Undaunted by my drawing nearer,
Their yellow eyes traced my demeanour.
And when I stopped to observe the plague,
While standing ‘neath the foliage shade,
They dropped to the ground and hopped around
Searching for bugs and seeds to swallow down.
Other birds in the vicinity
Colourfully dressed and singing brightly
Flitted about but could not drown out
The grackles’ cacophony here about.
Their corny antics invoked my senses
To marvel that such creatures existed.
And as I continue my dreary way,
In this world of bland human display,
I think of them enjoying summer
Filling my heart with spirited wonder.
And chuckle to myself by chance to see
Grackles basking in tall broadleaf trees.
Categories:
broadleaf, bird, inspiration, nature, tree,
Form: Lyric
The coincidence
Was startling
To find a kindred soul
Never a connection too old
As a new one to be sensed
And a raven sung at twilight
spinning my yarn
do you relate to my tale
this kindred connection worn
under the broadleaf trees’ veil
So alas the thunderous beats
Grow stronger deep within
As drumming echoes in my soul
No more playful childhood games
My adulthood now grows.
Those starlit nights
Under the coconuts
All my hopes were thwarted
By your cool looks, shine bright in lights.
Categories:
broadleaf, desire, how i feel,
Form: Romanticism
Once the island was covered by beautiful broadleaf forest
Where subtropical birds sang their choirs
But it is now gone because of exploitation
Only place it still exists is imagination
There exotic grassland stretches towards the horizon
But even now we can see stone figures that on the island have risen
Once of hope for the natives they were beacon
But now the natives are gone their hopes drowned and them themselves beaten
No one knows how the stones were placed
For how could simple culture with lifting those problems have faced?
How they could carry such stones the distance by which they are spaced?
But no one knows because evidence of how it was done were erased
Some say powerful magic had to take place
Or Gods whose likeness is depicted by on the stone carved face
Others say it is beings from other space
That with their presents’ earth would grace
Whatever the reason the natives reached their goal
But later their civilization exploited so much it had to fall
Most say it was antigravity used to put the stone not magic at all
But maybe it was as strong as full continuum antigravities equivalent connected to the soul
Categories:
broadleaf, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.
We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf.
In deep drafts we breathed the earthy air.
Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the bloodied claw,
of the darkish-brown raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed
two sages, amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.
Categories:
broadleaf, introspection, loss, nature, sad,
Form: Narrative