strong easterly breeze stirs spirea
chipmunk runs
lovely spirea
birds dropped poison ivy seeds....
full sunshine warms earth
Spirea stirs
From gusts of wind 10 MPH
Calm, stillness, stirring from down under
Brown thrasher
Hops out, flies
One goldfinch rest upon a weed
Eats a few seeds from the spirea
Lands on birdbath's rim, drinks his fill
Across my vision, black butterfly unreal
two unusual
sightings in a few minutes....
Georgia summer morn
We don't usually see Goldfinches here unless it is in their spring migration or their fall migration, so I was shocked. We don't see many of those black butterflies either.
I’m a midnight cat, by the name of Obsidian,
eyes golden by candlelight; by day they’re viridian.
As I lay here among my Mistress’s great books,
I am wondering what, for my supper, she’ll cook?
Mistress is a Seer, a Shaman, a Mage and
these books contain magic, spells upon every page.
This map too, is magic, it charts her course;
and shows her every single, natural resource.
For she gathers her herbs and plants for her magic;
to run out of these, for her, would be tragic.
She keeps everyone well, in our kingdom you see;
she even cures folks with extracts from trees!
You see, Nature provides, everything that we need;
though science won’t admit that better medicines, natural be.
There’s Digoxin from Foxglove and Aspirin from Spirea,
Ephedrine from Ephedra, it comes from various wild areas.
Once a nasty old doctor from a neighboring town,
tried hard to stop her from curing our Crown;
she concocted a potion from nature’s best weeds,
now that doctor, for her potions, pays money and pleads.
3-28-2022
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori
Does my spirea still bloom?
No! It has turned black and crumbles
Where are the tiger lilies with their spots?
Hidden beneath the cold, wet earth until....
Did I not have peonies in two colors?
They disappeared, my love, but not dead
Only hidden deep within my heart
Waiting for the ignition of my low simmering flame
SUMMER CHRONICLE
reflections
ever changing
ever changing
reflections
I think,
day dream I suppose..
thoughts drift in as images...
In this quiet
asleep,dreaming
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
a caterpillar on the Spirea...
...later
a chrysalis becomes a butterfly
Today has been fair
tonight still very blue
the wind blows..
Summer's supple glove
to caress flowers in bloom
Infinite purples
rainbow fragments
spindrift,many-hued gossamer
....where,thoughts ebb and flow
morning's
breath
trails
in the sky
wind
lies low
Summer haze
unfolds..a
glorious day
ahead...
perhaps
DOWN BY THE RIVER
reflections
ever changing
ever changing
reflections
IN MY GARDEN
I think,
day dream I suppose..
thoughts drift in as images...
In this quiet
I am so alone ...
....then I pick up a pen
MID SUMMER DAY
asleep,dreaming
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVOLUTION
a caterpillar on the Spirea...
...later
a chrysalis becomes a butterfly
SUNSHINE
Today has been fair
tonight still very blue
the wind blows..
Summer's supple glove
to caress flowers in bloom
ON A SEASHORE...
Infinite purples
rainbow fragments
spindrift,many-hued gossamer
....where,thoughts ebb and flow
AUGUST 31
Today,finale-
Warm,sunfilled and set so fair;
Farewell
Long,sweet summer rare
After style of August Kleinzahler
May show us how beautiful you are
A Spirea blooms like a beautiful and white cloud in the garden
Beautiful spring bride
Dressed with creation she herself had designed
A golden ring of eternal happiness
The veil thin and beautiful like cobwebs kisses her cheek
May is the month with wonderful contrasts
As sure as the sun rises each morning
When I turn my face toward the warm sun
I feel it gives me new energy
Seventeenth of May is Norway's National Day
We lift up the flag in red, white and blue
Freedom
The sky is blue, as far as the eye can see
A celebration of sun, spring, life and eternal love
01.05.2016
- Sun :) - Anne-Lise Andresen -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
From the north he came nimbly in the night
Softly silently bombing blanketing buds
Saturating each single stem
Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark
Wracking white war-like wonder
With relentless wrath and rage
Cardinal calling watching in wonder
Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs
Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked
By snowy shrapnel scamper to shelter
Relentless yet irrelevant retreating rush
Futile effort from frosty frothy forces
Spring stands inescapable
Flowers and flakes conflicted
Spring snowflake and spirea stand strong
Bravely bearing banners high
As if to say, try as you may
Your day has passed ‘tis spring at last
Ol’ man winter wanes wails and warns
I shall seize the season someday soon …
Inspired by the 5”- 6” snowfall we have on March 26, 2011
after we had 80 degree weather last week.
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