blazing timberlands
lori huge and large willows
In the wild walks bears
3/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
timberlands blazing
wallows lorry huge and large
bears in the wild walks
3/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The valley is hushed before daybreak,
until the animals awake.
Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers
beneath leaves of aspen trees,
dappled in dawn's pale light.
In thicket and forest, dense with vines and shrubs,
there is a lake with cascading waterfall
where Mama Bear fishes for her hungry cubs.
The sun has reached its zenith as a fireball.
Flora are blooming; fauna sleep in the shade
of clouds that will soon bring an afternoon squall.
Crawlers on forest floor, scurry in parade,
as squirrels nibble acorns to their heart's content.
It's a normal day in this timberland glade.
As dusk hurries daylight to make its descent,
weeping willows shed tears of wistful lament.
amber horizon
sun submerges in the sea ~
wolves howl in the night
September 6, 2020
Writing Challenge - Nature Four in One
Sponsored by: Constance La France
* I chose valley, deer, forest and sunset in the order of
crystalline, kimo, terza rima sonnet, and haiku
I see the trees wavering,
Waving;
They surround me;
As the majestically beauty compassus leaves;
They enthrall me;
Magical fingers embalming;
Filling my spirit with rainbow sap guidance;
With practical leaves that fondle me;
Caressingly kissing me in my resistant shyness;
As the wind touches my cheeks;
Too cold to speak;
I'll just surrender to the trees...
Embranching rising towards heavens floor;
It's hard to imagine I am now a arbor heart's new bow;
Loved by the woods for I rise and naught fall...
as I am Timber
5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.
The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly, but not quite frogs, still sporting pubescent tails;
the adults pontificating against the shallow bank,
throats swollen with amphibious wisdom.
Soft brown mud squished, a buttered cream,
between summer toasted toes wading into wonder.
Fragrant evening campfires heightened hungers,
supper roasting over charred coals flavored
the stirrings of a tempting crush on a boy much older;
this girl just barely navigating puberty's powerful push,
his smile extracting heightened pulse, blush brushed.
Life's long summer slipped slowly away
and autumn found his wife and child laying him down,
the plot unknown, unmarked by me;
yet, painful, still, the memory of broken trust,
of love-crust pitched to a not quite woman
deep in the rusting woods of Timberland.
Copyright, February 14, 2016