Star Light, Star Bright; dVerse Poetics, a series of Haiku

withered tea flowers
beneath showering starlight
cast shadows on stones
 
countless points of light
pierces the heavenly realm
pine cricket pauses
 
deep atrous heaven
pearls glow against your vastness
dawning Christmas day
 
orbs of falling stars
criss-crossing the planet’s sky
blazing their glory
 
winter’s crescent moon
surrounded by brilliant stars
north wind spins the earth
 
mountainous peaks
stretch craggy arms toward stars
first snow starts to gust

river of heaven
swirling patterns of starlight
celestial stage

As we celebrate a time of light and festivities of the season, Toni asks us to write a poem on stars over at dVerse:  http://dversepoets.com/2015/12/15/tonis-title-pending/

North and South

We look up and see the same moon
casting shadows on the ground around us
but you are high north and I am deep south.
The brutal vortex that blows her wrath,
freezes all warm bones in her path,
and hammers you like a pneumatic drill
is little more than a fleeting chill
that makes me pull on a sweater.
On mornings when you can even go,
you must first forge a passage
through encasing snow, scrape that car
windshield of its coating…crawling slowly
on thin ice, careful not to slip sideways.
Here, no ice coats anything, sunshine bright,
temperate days like your spring.
No flowers bloom, no green abounds,
nature there is on hiatus.
Orchids hanging under our ligustrum
are still bursting tiny buds of blooms.
Your birds fly here,
even your people.
Snowbirds surround us
until March or April.

Mary inspires us to consider different perspectives over at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2014/01/25/poetics-on-the-other-hand/

Winter’s Change

Crystalline charms sway,
suspended by delicate
strands of iciness,
dotting the trees with an
enchanted dusting of
winter’s enveloping purity.

The earth lies frozen, dormant and at rest.
Peacefully it has eased to a slow, even
breath as it embarks on its hibernation,
beginning its much-needed sabbatical
beneath its still, flurry-laden blanket.

The lower light of the days of solstice
catch the glinting snow and the crystal
amulets lain within the tree’s branches,
and multi-colored prisms flicker and flash,
the sun creating sparkling jewels.

All is felt by the wind, gently now
at morning’s first glow.  Its soft brush
moves the tree’s branches disturbing
the fragile creations–some fracture and
fall upon the earth’s mantle that in
this moment begins to melt.

My entry for dVerse Poetics:  Changes http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/19/poetics-changes/

The Poetry Pantry at Poets United:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Winter Retreat

Winter months find the

beach house deserted.

No sandy trails lead in and out.

No half-filled pails, shovels,

sand-covered flip-flops,

half-dried towels or discarded bathing suits

lay in a hodge-podge pile on

the white-railed wooden porch.

The shutters are pulled tight against

ragged winds and spitting tides.

The laughter of summer’s play

has subsided into the short,

dreary days of winter’s respite.

No longer inviting–it sits in silence.

Winter now enjoys the

vacant beaches, its winds

blow unhindered across the frothing tides,

in and out to sea.

Shells, sea glass and drift wood

rest upon the shore untouched,

sand layered over them,

perchance to be discovered

by deliberate search.

Chilly days grow icy

and bitter, offshore gusts

bluster ashore, collapsing waves

upon the gray, empty beach.

The house and shore celebrate

this time alone, savoring

the quiet time for reflection

and rejuvenation–their winter

solstice spiritual retreat.

My entry for Thursday’s Poet’s Rally:   http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/09/agreement-for-thursday-poets-rally-week_21.html

It’s Still Winter

A baby wearing many items of winter clothing: ...

Image via Wikipedia

Layer on the sweaters,

button up the coat

pull on the boots,

and neck-tie the scarf.

Find a hat to match it all–

it’s still winter outside

let’s go play in the snow!

Sunday’s 160

Hot Cup of Cocoa

Cocoa w/ Marshmallow

Image by 427 via Flickr

The wind is blowing briskly and

the temperature is plummeting.

My nose is a bright, red cherry

and my hands are feeling chilly.

A hot cup of cocoa is vastly needed.

My Sunday 160.

Daffodil and Rose

The harsh, chilling freeze

Slowly warms into the spring’s

First hint of dewdrops

Left unfrozen upon the

Daffodil, poppy and rose.

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