turn on lawn sprinkler
free showers for dirty birds
oh, the worms, the worms!
big blue
05 Dec 2024 26 Comments
in etheree Tags: backyard, birds, blue spruce, lightning, squirrels, tree
Etheree form: unrhymed without meter, one stanza of 10 lines, graduating from 1 to 10 syllables (Laura adds lines 11 & 12 with just 2 syllables each to give shape of Christmas tree). Linking to dverse poets…
see
a spruce
in backyard
of childhood home
reaches for the clouds
shelter for nesting birds
hide-away for brown squirrels
branches thick and full to tree top
rises as blue neighborhood landmark
until it plays the part of lightning rod
and falls
blackened
spring is in the air…somewhere
18 Feb 2019 4 Comments
in tan renga Tags: air, birds, day, hope, sky, sunshine
Tan renga with Kim at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, hosted by Kristjaan.
the sky is bluer
birds are singing once again
caressed by sunshine
© Kim M. Russell
each day is little longer
lenten season buds with hope!
© lynn__
doxology in our grove
15 Jul 2018 4 Comments
in free verse, worship Tags: birds, cicada, fireflies, grove, praise, sunset
dusky sunset chalks sky’s rose window
fireflies flicker their candles’ brief flame
cicada choirs hum nightly prayers, and
robed birds chirrup their evening praise
where walk takes me
30 Apr 2018 20 Comments
in haibun Tags: birds, grove, husky, rabbit, robin, trees, walk
I’ll walk down our gravel road, usually alone with God, or sometimes with my neighbor and her boys. We chat along the way and soon we’re back home. I used to take my husky…or she used to take me (I miss my fast and furry companion). I walk a mile or two for the exercise and fresh air.
Other times, I’ll meander through our grove of trees sheltering our house and farm buildings. I go to tune in nature, clear my head and calm my heart. I listen to bird calls, admire the foliage stage of the trees or mushrooms in the grass, and perhaps pick up sticks blown down by our last wind storm.
A bold rabbit hops closer and pauses to observe me observing him. Long ears twitch before he hops for cover under blue spruce. A black-bibbed flicker tap taps in tree until I pass below; he bobs and flits away. I startle a handsome ring-necked pheasant which whirs up, startling me. Bending down, I pick up a perfect robin’s egg that fell out of the nest, unbroken.
oak trees hold old leaves
prairie winds buffet farm grove
birds mourn fallen nest
Bjorn inviting us to take a walk with dVerse Poets this week…
dirt is to dig
30 Apr 2018 6 Comments
in rhyming verse, triolet Tags: bees, birds, dig, dirt, earthworms, garden, spring
it’s spring! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
while birds and bees MAY flirt
oh spring! i need to dig in dirt
even if knees might hurt and
fingernails witness a mess
let’s sing! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
Yes, I like to dig in the dirt. Worms make me happy because they enrich the soil. Everyone should have a little plot of land or a pot of dirt to dig in. Gardening is an elemental activity, part of our DNA code; our calling to work the ground and take care of the earth. Photo taken by me with one hand, holding favorite garden trowel with other 🙂
rooted faith
16 Feb 2018 4 Comments
in scripture, tanka Tags: birds, kingdom, mustard, seed, tree
tiny mustard seed
birds find shade in its branches
surprising kingdom
grows into life-spreading tree
from minuscule beginnings
Luke 13:18 & 19
sunflower power
13 Nov 2017 9 Comments
in haibun Tags: autumn, birds, seeds, summer, sunflowers
Joining Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend challenge on sunflower theme. I wrote the prose, followed by a haiku from our host!
wild sunflower – photo by lynn
The sight of sunflowers warms my heart, although my farmer hubby says they’re a weed. I remember as a child planting a few sunflowers in the backyard on east side of detached garage. The plants grow faster than children and their sunny faces exude happiness bright as summer sun. When autumn comes, their smiles fade, petals dry, and seeds mature. Oh, what a joyous feast for the birds! Sparrows flutter and cling to droopy head to peck tasty seeds. We let them eat the raw seeds as we prefer the roasted, salted variety. Dad would have a bag along to ball games or car races where we’d leave striped shells scattered under the bleachers; shells sucked dry of salt until the tips of our tongues went numb. On vacation, I still thrill at roadside sightings of expansive fields of sunflowers; their golden heads tipped toward the sun. On my walks, spotting more diminutive wild versions in the ditches (NOT our fields) brings a smile to my face.
blooming sunflowers
reaching for the early light of the sun –
birds praise their Creator
© Chèvrefeuille
summer morning
06 Jul 2017 4 Comments
in haiku Tags: birds, clouds, dawn, sky, summer
Joining Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai as we write summer “dawn” haiku with particular attention to the phrase & fragment…
birds awaken dawn
with songs of adoration
sky blushes pink clouds
wings of a dove
14 Feb 2014 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: birds, dove, thoughts, window
my thoughts flutter
like birds in the tree
i slowly raise the window
hoping to hear them sing
but they scatter with wings
i watch them fly away…
should i try to follow?
a poem in my pocket 
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