naturally grown

plant tiny seed
in garden womb
grow like a weed
till out of room

when time is ripe
birth little sprout
stem stretches tall
leaves wave about

water with LOVE

nurture strong roots
let sun chase gloom
wait for the fruits
watch child bloom!

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Quadrilles are blooming at dVerse Poets pub where Lillian hosts today. We have a new grandson…see previous post for photo 🙂

complementary

woman takes what man gives,

nurtures and grows it: a child,

a home, a life…together!

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Introducing our 18th grandchild, Noah Silas, born on May Day!

carpe diem

Procrastination… is what
happens when there is
too Much time before IT
Must be done or … you
simply fail to make a Plan;
Perhaps FEAR contributes to
putting off what needs DO
ing as you wrestle with…
DISappointing your
own expectations. One
Remedy is to take wild
worries… captive and
tame THIS very precious
moment…why miss life?

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This is a “golden shovel” poem. The final words of each line form a phrase from another poet; in this case, the final thought from Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day.” Linking to dVerse poets where Grace invites us to try this form.

shades of glory

He paints pale pewter twilight
with splash of blood-orange dawn;
a wash of lemon yellow morning,
with buttermilk clouds layered
on cornflower background,
blends to tangerine afternoon;
then, sweet lavender dusk which
transforms eggplant evening
into deep indigo night.

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“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1

listen to silence

Snow falls noiselessly from a windless sky, alighting on back deck and fence post, shed roof and fallow field. We can feel the gathering of snowflakes but cannot hear their conversation. Rabbit tracks crisscross white breast of winter.

Spring crocus push through snow’s crust soundlessly, if not effortlessly. Green spears surround the hardy stem. Bright purple petals display golden stamen and pistil. Life is determined to bloom and reproduce beauty.

Dark eyes watch intently, soft nose wriggles. Wild rabbit moves stealthily on fur-boot feet. No rustle of leaf, no snap of stick, just a flicker of movement and flash of cotton-ball tail. First a twitch, then a hop, final sprint beneath spruce.

earth tilts toward sun
far side of moon holds silence
seasons change places

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Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets, hosted by Frank Tassone

abundance

hopeful spring showers

greening grass blades point

prayers up to God

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I’m currently reading poems by Mary Oliver; collection entitled “Devotions”

en-danger-ed

Realize that – for every generation of mortals – life is deadly.

attraction

turn on lawn sprinkler

free showers for dirty birds

oh, the worms, the worms!

paradigm shift

old man wanders
cobblestone streets
of seaside village in
Ceredigion county
(though he’s not
indigenous welsh)
his pedigree and
dignity are both
wrapped warmly
in indigo cardigan
as he digresses
from one quaint
little shop to another
in search of dinner
worthy of digestion.

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A fun little quadrille for dVerse using some form of the word “dig” (used nine times, including title).

visitor

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fluffs soft speckled breast

sports black bib, red bandana

my friend (the) flicker!

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Another birdbath visitor and almost as big as a crow! Also, remembering title from youth, My Friend Flicka (about a horse).

yardwork

maple buds unfurl

warmed fists uncurl…spring

wears vibrant green gloves

sighting

birdbath visitor

quick sips–jay on high alert

blue blur whirs away

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