Short Dappling Poems
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Dappling sunlight
wandering
patching
Blessed earth
courting
dancing
Summer leaf
capturing
mesmerising
Summer airs
Form:
Morning Camp
hushed morning sun
dappling through the wood smoke
wake up! smell the toast!
Sundown Camp
embers glowing hot
s'mores branches whittled sharp
oops! marshmallow flame!
11/17/13
In ancient woodlands
I am breathless,
hushed beneath lush foliage
and dappling sunlight.
A brook leaps lichen rocks.
Ferns unfurl extending tendrils
to a distant sky.
Pin cushions of moss
carpet the forest.
I am awakened
to colours and textures
of leafy green.
I love the ducks
on the pond in the park
drifting along paddling their webbed feet.
Dappling ducks feeding in the shallow water,
on aquatic plants, small fish and insects.
Amazing how the ducklings swim right after birth.
Buzzing bees
pollen covered bee
flits from flower to flower
nature's matchmaker
Camping
frogs croaking in base
crickets chirping in tenor
camp with nature's band
Midnight swim
reflecting moonlight
lunar cool lake shadows dance
dappling your sweet face
Dawn gently woke the sun on this summer morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the river's bank
and gilded the wings of mosquito hawks in flight
December 17, 2021
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Slits of sunlight dappling the lake I run.
Even dragonflies buzz about with importance.
Against all odds, I'm against all the odds.
Glistening listening to love laps.
Lush rushes of hot air.
And wet lips with slips and rips and ripples,
So sleepy on a summer day.
So nice for you and me to stay.
I stumbled on a hummingbird nest this spring quite by accident. As I watched one of the parent birds flew to the nest. Three hungry mouths opened to receive food from the parent.
The hummingbird disappeared quickly in the early morning dawn.
fine sunlight
dappling the lush foliage
of vines and limbs
around and in the nest
small green feathers dot the ground
Pour piping tea
Into imaginary cups
Flying on saucers
Dappling the tablecloth
Which isn’t.
Immerse the tarts
In sweetened dregs
Between spurious conversation
With yourself.
Who else can be trusted
With yesterday’s forecast
Of looming storms
Stalking the week.
Least of all on paper.
Cheers to the hatter
Twice-over the hare
Excellent companions
For a tea-loving fellow.
Indeed.
Indeed.
Indeed.
'Twas a diamond
amidst stardust
struck of gypsy's
celestial adoration,
crashed and sizzled
'neath earthly intentions,
ultimate shimmers
escalated upon
fiercely impetuous seas,
each dappling
luminescent waves
saturated of
splendiferous galaxies,
bathed in heavens'
stellar effulgence,
mesmerizing wanderlust's
magnificent indulgences
The Pancake poem
Pouring batter in the pan,
brought wild anticipation
Dappling tiny dabs,
of what I thought was mere batter,
only peaked my senses.
The pancakes grew in numbers;
while my taste buds
nestled with satisfaction
Peaking my senses,
only, prompted more pancakes
Could I ever hope to make such
creations of perfection again
09.30.2015
We can go back again to the beginning of our love
We return across languid gulf of languishing waves
And walk barefooted on the morning sand
We can in the cold of wind hold each others hand
And tell stories light as the gull above green
And dappling sea, O let us go back, my friend
And flex and bend our iron scruples to dance
Like a supple rhyme, or mento music frolicking
Where each tide rise and break upon the bar.
I am ready to leave all this, just be my guiding star.
Wooded paths with fallen trees
And sunlight dappling through
Provided us with such a lovely
Sunday thing to do.
Deer were munching leaves and barely
Noticed us pass by,
While squirrels scampered from the ground
To branches way up high.
As Henry jumped from stump to stump
(The playground kept the theme),
I made his sister giggle
(Which is every Nana’s dream).
Although I am a city gal,
The forest has its charms,
The better to appreciate
With grandkids in one’s arms.