pink fireweed blooms
through the spokes of the ghost bike
beside the highway
Categories:
fireweed, art, beauty, creation, death,
Form: Haiku
Sunrise,
Sky crimson all over.
The high mountains are still dressed with snow.
Clouds
Surround the vale
As if to protect what’s below.
So many blooming trees,
Though the Scandinavian Mountain ash
Takes its place as the queen of queens.
Below a rainbow of colours.
Fireweed grows wildly
In the meadows and higher mountains.
Whilst below one can discern
Lupines and buttercups
A contrast that delights.
A symphony of hues.
So come my love
Let’s go hiking.
A soft breeze will help us along
It will be a wonderful sight.
Categories:
fireweed, spring,
Form: Free verse
Slender, whispering and flaming fireweed surrounds
the gray-weathered clapboards of the deserted
homestead whose torn gingham curtains blow among
the paneless windows with the gentle breeze of
summer morning.
Silence is challenged by harmonizing birds
who serenade the observer of the rustic
vista with the ardor of a courting lover;
cobwebs woven by a tireless spider hang
among the eaves and entryway,
catching unsuspecting victims who dare
cross the threshold only to become the
larder of the eight-legged trapper.
Summer grass uncut falls beneath the soft soles
of the stealthy intruder as it muffles
the sound of pounding heart anticipating
the unknown beyond the latched, warped and
wooden door of the abandoned abode;
cobwebs are cleared by a willow stick,
the frightened spider scrambles to safety,
furious at the bold intrusion.
Slowly, the rusty latch lifts----what awaits the
curious visitor from within these walls?
Footsteps echo throughout the house,
rooms are empty, pictures are gone,
family and mirth are ghosts of the past,
nobody's home to offer a cup of coffee,
nobody's home to say goodbye.
Categories:
fireweed, nostalgia,
Form: Prose
THE FORCE OF PASSION
It’s Apparent--
bracing
exhilarating
pure
as the mountain air
that leaps
into my starving lungs
That Passion--
as ripe
as Autumn Fireweed
that Blazes
Seared Eyes
&
Bravo Brain
of even the
most cautious
and reluctant
Grizzly
Passion
North Wind Driven---
Will not go foolishly unheeded.
Categories:
fireweed, nature, passion, philosophy, romance,
Form: Free verse