There was peace in the mirrors,
Reflections of joy from within,
Motivation lifting me above endless fields,
The long road felt shorter and even,
Dreams dancing to the beat of discipline,
The grasslands were still ever green.
Years passed by on tiptoes,
Feeding on time I thought I owned,
Hair has turned grey by broken time,
Suddenly motivation went quiet,
Only the sound of silence was so clear,
Now I hear what I fear,
The sound of tomorrow cracking
like a thirsty land.
Procrastination painted escape
doors so near,
Comfort stole the time and dreams
grew unclear,
Depression became so familiar,
Every wasted second was irretrievable,
I capitulated and drowned in my nightmares,
The flames of tomorrow were doused,
The tunnels and channels were dimmed,
The grasslands have faded to grey.
Eyes crystallize with meandering tears,
Hope breathing beneath the dust of my fears,
Insomnia dining on my thoughts for years,
Dancing with questions that refuse to sleep,
Empty hours counted every failure,
Night repeats wasted time like a prayer,
Even when summer passes by,
The grasslands are still grey.
We are now swimming up the Boteti River, we twenty-three
To get to grasslands and savannah woodlands, you see
swimming is fun, sang the zebras, and the eating is free
Under the moonlight,
Sways gracefully the willows,
Hushing dead spirits.
The Babaylan chants a spell,
Moon weeps the loss of a friend.
My meadow seeks tress,
A place to hide me from rain,
A place of comfort.
There all my songs shall be heard,
There, all be sung by lovely birds.
In the grasslands lay,
Pitiful figure so thin,
Awaits the cold rain.
There washed in mud and droplets,
There, fades to bloom once again.
in verdant grasslands
rusted trucks rest, overlooked~
all that is still deer
Written: April 02, 2023
4th place contest winner
A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
showing reverence
glorious gracious grasslands
soothing to my soul
Grasslands felt them a week early,
Knew they were coming,
Heard them from many days off.
Not in a hearing way, more of a spiritual knowing.
Grasslands had keen eyes, and strong feelings,
And a magnificent vibration sensation, that felt things way ahead.
She prepared herself for their assault, it came every year.
The air was pregnant with the thought of them
Several hours before they arrived.
The Wildebeests arrived following the gentle
Rain on Tuesday. They began snorting and
Pawing. The assault on Grasslands beginning once again.
Loud thundering sounds
Come from a herd of horses
Across the grassland
The wind stampedes across the tundra like a herd of wild horses
Rising and falling at every role of a hill
Sweeping acros the land erasing the slightest trace of a living creature
The animals huddle toether to escape the haunting lashes of the wind
The wind whips into the faces of those left out as though it were the mane of a wild horse
Howling moans come from the small clifts as the wind flys over it's edge
The sky darkens as the wild free wind gallops across the prarie
The sun slowly fades in the fast moving clouds that are tormented by the wind
Drops of rain start to fall like descending angels
More and more angels drop from the heavens
Lightening flashes and thunder cracks
Small animals scurry down their holes as the wind moves faster
Suddenly the sun breaks forth
And the storm is gone more quickly than it came
Like a spooked herd of horses the wind races off to the unknown
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