sweet white plum blossoms…
softly floating in the air
they look like light snow
distant Fujiyama’s peak –
fleecy clouds so slowly flow
On a breezy December dawn,
Fog came riding a grey stallion,
Cloaked in shell-white with fleecy hair.
Sorcerer sprinkling milky dust.
He wrapped the trees in ghostly white.
Covered all in gossamer veil.
But as the sun shone on the hill,
Like a coward, ran out of sight.
lay down with lion
Ireland livestock
Australian Shepherd
fleecy fluffy flocks
super soft t-shirts
lovely babies
born in the spring
Amish afghan
Mennonite wool
Montana
New Zealand
Australia
wooly
coarse haired
lamb
The hum of nature amid the trees
echoes quietly in gentle breeze,
swaying the branches as falling leaves
skim happily over rippled seas.
I would call this paradise on earth,
where peace and tranquility are worth
all the riches and buckets of gold,
more than two hands and both arms could hold.
The papery bark provides a home,
for tiny creatures to work and roam,
using their skills to shelter from rain,
replenishing soils, time and again.
Distant wolves howl out aloud,
a graceful hawk glides past a fleecy cloud,
as sun's reflections shimmer and dance,
and glowing eyes skillfully glance
across the waters, blue as the skies,
while drifting fish are caught by surprise;
and the hum of nature fills the air,
peace and serenity are everywhere.
Paradise on earth, I call this place
surrounded by nature, face to face.
There's so much beauty here to be found,
if we open eyes and look around.
When the weatherman warned
of 50% rain in the offing he neglected to state
and neither advised nor informed
what the other half would advocate
perhaps hail sleet smog snow
or fleecy fluffy clouds
floating overhead instead
and if so I wonder where they go
wind-blown oh so far away
I guess we'll never ever know
meanwhile we'll have to wait
to see what his non-prediction
weather-wise will precipitate
Cradled in fleecy white cumulus
Cherubs lie, cousins of sirens,
Seductively fondling their harps
Enacting a vision of heaven
For hope’s dreaming eyes to see
From the riverbank, gloomy grey masses
Are strung with gleaming white light points
Immensity nurtures the tiny.
A celestial vision of tinnitus
Admonishes who would look up.
The secret connection is softness:
Deceptive opacity no cradle
Divine prankster opens the trapdoor
Atmospheric perspective enabled
Unknown dimensions embrace
Confined within rusty iron bars,
grounded eternally to hop and trip,
wishing to fly into Heaven’s starry bower,
a bird b e a t s her wings in vain,
voicing her anguish in tremulous trills.
There is hunger at every tip of her feather,
to fly and flutter through the pathless air,
piping melodious tunes to drown the earth,
seeing lands never by anyone before.
Nursing her dreams,
she beats her wings again,
to reach a place where the soul sings.
Alas! The clamour of her beating resounds,
and she falls asleep exhausted!
In her sleep, her desires limp back.
She dreams of shooting into higher altitudes,
and becoming a speck among fleecy clouds.
But she knows the sky that stretches limitless
is a premise far beyond her reach.
As she sees birds in flock flying away,
to seamless ends sculpting sweet images,
in her vision, she sees herself soaring high
and she beats her wings again and again,
to feel tired and feeling tired to fall asleep,
and in her snooze, to d r e a m again!
The fern spreads out to form a perfect fan,
A pleasing show with pristine symmetry.
Proud fronds with discipline, a splendid sight
And offspring fiddleheads are unfurling.
On verticals the ivy clings and climes
To form a confusion of fresh foliage.
With lower leaves vying for vital light.
Chaotic show of ivy anarchy.
Two digitalis stems stand straight and proud,
With pink petal bells to tempt the bumble bee
To come and play the pollination game
And sip the sweetest sugar as his prize.
Facing the sun the lofty one stands straight.
Top heavy, it is bending in the breeze.
Its bloom bursting with seed to start offspring,
An image that Van Gogh proudly painted.
Now, leaden cumulus cluster aloft.
And lovely balmy breeze spoils to a chill.
White fleecy flocks degrade to dull grey mass.
Soon precious plants refreshed by the downpour.
Spring
When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born,
Crimson colours do shed, the remote hills
While by the turn of the delightful morn
Golden hues brighten the neighbouring fields.
It is time when birds quit their fleecy nests
Twitter with relish their first morning song,
Bees fish for sweeties from blooms, feeling blest,
While flowers trumpets their own blooms for long.
Soon the sweet spring breeze will whisper by night
With the clean blue sky lit by the full moon,
It`ll be time to scribble with much delight
Some twinkling verses to extol spring`s boons.
The spring sweet shining sunshine, though sublime,
Like every existing joy is for short time.
Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;
As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on ripples
Sprinkling twilight on tapestries of blue ocean
Painting azure fabric, in aureate brushstrokes,
Quivering our essence, embraced in passion.
This is where we were, when first-time eyes met,
When sight of love fueled embers of romance
And smitten hearts spoke through lovesome glance,
Admiring from bridge, sun’s glorious farewell;
Where we stand today, as heart-rhythms resonate,
Synchronizing with love, and melodies of sunset.
Line 2: Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Unclemnt breathe penetrates through gossamer
Losing momentum
It's control dissipates
The curser loses his grip
And slips into slumber
Eclipsed by the new virgin empress
Excserting her power with sunshine-arousing kisses
Awakening fertile ground
The Robin sings and spreads his wings
The virgin Empress
A virgin no more
Heavily pregnant
The prospect of new birth
And abundant prosperity
The climate is now more clement
The new mantel Disrobes
Shedding it's fleecy overcoat
For more appropriate attire
The birth is now on its way
And expectations are High
Now delivered
Bursts into fruition
Pushing through the barren teratherma
Reaching stretching forever upward toward the transparent sky
Now cleared of its cursed obliterating smothering shroud
Tears of joy now pour down
Welcomed by the evergrowing
parched thirsty barren ground
Now quenched
Blossoming and flourishing in abundant
Majesty and prosperity
Once again
Until the reaper returns
With its choking smothering consuming
Shroud and bite.
.
The soft clip-clop of the horse
echoed amongst the dark fir trees.
The tall man rode bareback
along the winding path of the forest.
Resting on his leathery gauntlet
sat an alert hawk, listening and watching.
Soon it flew off towards some poor rodent,
His prey for the day. The man looked up,
Towards the range of high mountains,
Snowcapped but with a creek sliding down
the side of the verdant valley, and under a bridge.
Soon they arrived at the edge
of the vast green plateau. There, birds flew
up and down and whirled beneath the fleecy clouds,
chirping their enchanting, lyrical melodies.
Oh what a sight to behold as the hawk
Returned to his resting place on his arm.
The man slapped his horse’s neck and both flew
towards the far-off calm sea for a rest,
there to meet his love waiting for him.
Such pleasure as they played in the waters
whilst the hawk took a short nap
on the horse’s back.
Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~
Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle like crystal frost in sunlight
Ebbing billows crescendo in withdrawal
As the shore clings to the waves caress
Tidal pulse bids the shore farewell
Leaving sandy signatures,
Lacy ripples of ebb,
Tidepools overflow
Driftwood harvest
Seaside gifts
New waves
Form
The scarlet sea is almost calm tonight.
The sinking sun splashes its fiery rays
over the billowing flame-tinged waves
as red-stained sails stretch full to catch
the lively saltatory breeze and meander
their surest way back to their safest sanctuary.
Aloft the snow-capped mountains
send a few rumbles of an impending storm.
Fleecy clouds race one another
as swallows play their last undaunted game
before the tranquil day comes to a close.
Is not this a sunset of wonder?
A time when suddenly you feel
you're not alone? For all around
is nature unaffected, clean and pure,
a blazing beauty so rare that somehow,
to me, it spells there's something more
those rules that guard and guide
the universe in its heavenly melodious motion,
a singing of harmonious mellifluous cords
that urges man to free himself
from wanton worldly cares,
and give himself more
an intimate relationship with the One
who created all.
Is it but a passing moment?
Or should I strive to capture
that one fleeting heavenly rapture,
an urge of fleeting tender compassion,
and give heartfelt thanks to my Almighty Lord?
Never part in fierce anger, my friend.
Life is so short, let love be your end.
Anger is just a cluster of cold thunderstorms,
Let love be a show from various platforms.
For anger like storms are dark, black and sinister,
Rather than pour down soothing feelings like a minister,
That calms the turbulence of your soul
And compassion will your heart control.
Like fleecy clouds that send a quiet drizzle.
Anger uncontrolled will bring a sizzle,
Penetrate your adversary with rapture,
Purify and heartfelt emotions capture.
Remember only the sweetness you seasoned,
Forget the past and as you reasoned,
Hug and kiss and share your joys,
Let us be men and not silly boys,
Piece your whole peaceful life,
Do not let anything that reeks of strife.
Thus you'll patch your love, all is not as it seems
That fate might have shattered your dreams.
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