Yesterday has passed,
today I shall rise and dream,
let mourning stars fade.
Some flowers may wilt,
Yet fragrance remains when skies-
bleed cantaloupe hope.
Ruby crowned kinglets,
croon and rest on bleak brown shrubs,
as rays of autumn-
swiftly glide amongst,
peridot promises wrapped
in crisp memories.
But when ink comes as
wind-swept secrets tumbling in,
russet streaks of sun,
I'll stretch honey dipped
fingers, to sketch your saffron,
name across twilight.
Maybe dance of leaves,
and flurry hues would define,
unseen tomorrows.
As weightless amber,
carries warm crimson kisses,
Sealed in spiced silence.
So when rosy moon
returns amidst silver clouds
sing sweet songs of love.
You and I, we are-
poetry woven in red,
beneath gloaming gold,
painting crystal clear wishes.
Categories:
kinglets, autumn, color, emotions,
Form: Choka
autumn rainbow jubilee
shades of autumn burst
colorful hillside hues ~
inner fire of fall
umber oaks shed leaves
tall forest giants shiver ~
sleepy acorns doze
fiery scarlet leaves
sugar maples glow like coals ~
flurries of orange
fall breeze fantasies
gold flutters from aspen trees ~
overcoats of snow
birch trees ochre leaves
black and white tuxedo bark ~
kinglets swing on boughs
multi-colored leaves
rainbows green pink and saffron ~
sycamores spread fruit
shapely hickory
furrowed dark grey scaly bark ~
squirrels hide tree nuts
spiny light brown pods
autumn storms harvest chestnuts ~
cold reigns in raindrops
autumn jubilee
bounty of leaves nuts and seeds ~
beauty walks the earth
10-27-22
Categories:
kinglets, autumn, color, tree,
Form: Haiku
shifting shades of green
kinglets flitting in the trees
ruby crests flashing
12/07/2019
A Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Categories:
kinglets, bird, color,
Form: Haiku
haiku in autumn
finches, warblers, wrens
and kinglets sing season's songs--
hues of leaves amaze
9-9-19
A Transition of Seasons Haiku Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Categories:
kinglets, autumn, beauty, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku
CHICKADEE
By Valerie D. Staton
Outside my window in a maple tree,
I saw the most beautiful Chickadee;
Seated on a bough, the little songbird,
Sang the sweetest song I’d ever heard;
The tiny bird’s song drew other birds near,
Creepers and Kinglets I could clearly hear;
When I grabbed my flute and began to play,
birds relinquished the bough and flew away.
Categories:
kinglets, bird, flying, leaving, song,
Form: Rhyme
The tribe of tribes of South Africa
Lead by their king Shaka
1816 they formed their state
As they head into history
What be their fate
British Conflict, internal rife
13 kinglets loss of life
Rorke's Drift 1879
Mission manned, all was fine
British soldiers, African colonials
Squared up to the Zulu swell
Attack after attack,
Murderous aggression
Who really won
This theatre session
KwaZulu homeland, now KwaZulu-Natal
Buthelizi, Inkatha political hell
Members of the above and the ANC
Fight amongst themselves
For the country they want free
This mighty tribe, over a century ago
Powerful and strong, as their neighbours would know
But in this modern world, as history has told
Another tribe no longer the bold.
Categories:
kinglets, angst, death, history, life,
Form: Rhyme