green is good for the eyes

A ghazal (pronounced “guzzle”)

memories softened by time passed far away from lush green grass of home
by day children played, at night bunnies strayed across green grass of home.

life disappointments and tears trickle, even envy may green-prickle when
seems the other side of white picket fence enjoys greener grass of home.

invest in ground cover with copious hours and sweat like lover; in winter recover
sow & fertilize, grow & water, mow & rake, for lawn’s sake, greenest grass of home.

learn to see beauty best in natural spaces that sprout with dandelions’ sunny faces
content as a lark who builds nest to rest, near prairie-tall green grasses of home.

at the end of my days, i’ll sleep under sod, then awake amazed in presence of God
to know my soul has reached heaven’s goal: the sweet shalom-green grass of home.

pallisades

 

Country roads beckon on sunny Sunday afternoon. Put on farm cap and sunglasses, grab water bottle and hop into open jeep, painted red for fun. The warm sun smiles down on husband and wife as we bounce along past scenes of cud-chewing cows and cornfields.

Congenial conversation shortens our trek to a state park. We park jeep to hike trail which meanders along rock cliffs, laughing waterfalls, and the deep-pooled river. Walk up sweet sweat. Admire wildflowers, glimpse elusive deer, and discover a painted turtle.

We pause next to low stone dam where bullheads mingle towards evening. Hear gentle sound of water spilling over, see sunlight filter through trees to sparkle on river’s surface, and soak in this one shining moment, hand in hand.

 

leafy glade’s green growth—
natural sabbatical
under God’s heaven

 


Join Lillian at dVerse poetics for a traditional haibun/haiku challenge!

climate change

I’m linking this “sun/Son” quadrille (44 words) to  dVerse Poets pub   where we’re diving into the subject of climate crisis this week…


powerful star
commands our
entire system solar

glorious light
shines too bright
for human sight

his light maintains
so life sustains
planet’s green plains

will we war for
what we adore?
been done before

apostasy done
spiritual war won
when earth falls into sun

“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.”  (Psalm 2:12 KJV)

stark silhouette

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Another game of magnetic poetry online describing a dead tree standing in neighbor’s ditch; stripped bare of bark, stark white silhouette…

undou (movement)

 

breeze rustles fern leaf

humbly bows low to water

green ripples of peace

 

 

silence

image & form: CDHK

masterpiece lawn

Weekend meditation at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

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(photo credit: ad for FlooringInc.com artificial turf)

joy of light series

Continuing series for retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai….

 

XIX.

 

sun burns away fog

coaxes spring’s newly green grass

sparrows twitter joy

 

hope grows green

 

 

hope-2

 

image and “hope” theme from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

 

 

bare branches

Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  features “troiku” (each line of initial haiku is beginning line of three more haiku in a series). I wrote my own haiku to begin…

 

bare branches burst forth

spring budding freshly green leaves

renewal of life

 

bare branches burst forth

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photo by lynn

birds improvise on treesong

winter’s day is done

 

spring buds fresh green leaves

young rabbits nibble new grass

first tulips open

 

renewal of life

gentle scent follows spring rain

promise of apples

green with envy

Joining Frank J. Tassone‘s haiku challenge: ataka (warmth)

 

some(where?) spring has sprung

if only could, i’d migrate

soak in ataka 

 

bench-garden-grass-evening

 

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emergent green

 

spring’s first green mirage

tulip swords salute warm sun

birdsong resurgence

garden gnome poem

 

my garden is…

a nurturing place

rejuvenating space

my garden grows…

green food for health

veggies’ bountiful wealth

my garden knows…

thorn pricks can hurt

worms benefit dirt

my garden shows…

shoes track in mud

fingernails collect crud

my garden flows…

slime trails of slugs

bees’ honeyed hugs

my garden hoes…

weeds will NOT win

squeaks windmill spin

my garden chose…

to raise leafy praise

for long summer days

 

 

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photo by lynn__

 


Joining with poetic gardeners at dVerse Poets on Kim’s garden theme!

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