Good Night Moon
A moon goddess!!
My may-bug
some are only recognized for a short period in their life may-bugs destiny is tragical, as it dies after "marriage"
Smoke In Marrs Hollow
A sonnet that reflects that magical time in the Vermont woods when maple sugaring season begins...the smoke rises from many sugarhouses out in the maple sugarbush...
Losing yourself.........
It speaks for itself................
HONESTY - SABE another of the 7 teachings
Thaes are the true teachings of my people
Waking The World.....
experiencing........that special waking freshness.....
Beauty In Imperfection
The rugged bark of an old tree with imperfection due to its cracks is a wondrous thing of beauty and it's the imperfection that attracts We know that a star-shaped flower does not make a perfect star Yet it has a certain loveliness that indu
Blue Sky Crowns the Day
Not really a Haiku bc it rhymes
Astarte
Inspired by Mother Nature's beauty... Turns out the original spelling was correct...
"A Chorus of Frogs"
As I sit here in my vehicle with passenger side widow down, reading and commenting on poetry of Poet's Corner, I'm being entertained by a beautiful song of some of nature's best singers! Tree Frogs!! I'm LOVIN it!!!
I gaze across the lakes
I gaze across the lakes and look at all the land I feel free and happy when I am down at the lakes I find somewhere to lie down and close my eyes I Listen to the sounds of nature all around I hear the sounds of the waters movements I hear the s
{Beyond The Mountain Wall}
There was a poetry competition held in the USA by USA's famous poet, Jack Huber and I was invited to participate.I wrote this poem on a topic "Mountain" and I was awarded a book of poems by Jack Huber as the best poem in the competition.
misty moon
it speaks for itself .......
TSUNAMI
Tectonic plates shift on the ocean's floor thrusting upwards an enormous quantity of water generating a wave that keeps increasing in size as it moves on the ocean's surface Attaining a massive height over a hundred feet it races across the oc
what is your considered on HARISHYAM'S
SOME PEOPLE CAn be lonely but not feel alone others can be alone and not feel alone
Three Candles (A Sonnet)
This is my first attempt at writing an English sonnet form about the nature of light.
Our Tui
The Tui an iconic NZ bird, we have one daily visit our garden
Texture of Nature...
I love texture... textiles to granite.....chocolate to cheese.....all excite.......my tactile strain....
Hush
Transitory exchange of a season in a day....
Winter's Silent Beauty
---winter's handiwork so silent so beautiful---
RAGLAN - an acrostic for my husband
I took Nu to Raglan... and the place meant a lot more to me this time with him sharing his passion for surfing and his knowledge and respect for the sea/ocean...
Save Her! (Song Lyric)
Hope this does a bit to save trees...
Someday Shadows
Inside and outside my shadow.
crystal wish..........
the energy in this forest is amazing ..........the forest an the spring are absolutely astounding......i am totally overwhelmed by the natural beauty of this place ..........a place to collect thoughts ......dream an wish ........
Open Your Eyes To The Possibilities
looked at a tree
Now Resting in the Earth Again
Scenes from spring planting in the fields
Corvus Corax
I enjoy what I like to call 'bent-wing' birds. That is, those which land with wings open, often bent, right before touching down, flapping slowly. Smaller birds probably do this same thing, but the difference is that they do is so quickly, that it is more something that you *see* than something you *watch*. If you think about it, this specific thing, I believe it lends a lot towards considering the difference in attitude, or personality, of larger birds versus smaller. It does for me, anyhow.
Round or Square
I am so excited I have the honour of being picked as one of 20 women to feature in "Women Writers of the Year 2016. We will each have 10 poems in it. Very Happy Days. It is due out in Spring hugs
time
time is a prodigy who enjoys the pink sandhills playgroung
MAY MOON
I have been intrigued by Moon energy all my life and there is definitely some crazy energy with the moon. I have always felt we were like sisters somehow. I've never related to The MAN in the moon. Ever! She's always been this lovely, ethereal being that I could talk to and share with. Yeah, I know, but I still do feel that way. She's like Stevie nicks somehow. LOL. ANd sometimes in life we just don't get what we want. Sigh. Make sense to anyone?
Am a celebrity get me out of here
In the jungle they came by foot, by hellicopter and by parachute sitting around the camp fire they sit 12 contestents there in the jungle they sit Viewers watching there every move Rats and insects and snakes lying around Who will win ,will it
rain drops
i love the sun i hate the cold i especially hate the rain the wet water on my face on my lovely coat and shoes cold and damp i feel the rain falling from the sky maybe shower or large drops of rain sometimes ice mixed in the rain when i was
Spring Love
When Spring speaks of love.
Welcome Me! Welcome Me!
Where comes that shy wood anemone poking its little white blossom out beneath a brown forest floor of crumpled leaves galore saying to all the world, “Welcome Me! Welcome me!”
monkey dreams
there's a monkey on my bed jumping from corner to corner squirreling away all my dreams some unpassported foreigner this prehensile tale could wait until the daylight instead, I light the lamp and scratch the pad tonight fumbling glasses,
Snows They-Are A-Meltin'->
Dedicated to the loving memory of Elsia Savoie -
Catalhoyuk
lady of bulls from the the memory's of the first people who shaped your breast from clay in the Vally of jaguars where maidens looked in polished obsidian mirrors while adorning themselves in copper and gold incense ceder and shells from a di
Growing Storm ( Elo's Rubaiyat Form)
Hey Elo....I'm recalling a trip to the Atlantic Coast....along the rocky shoreline in the State of Maine....
Tollway: [West] Points Home
Rake the sky Colorful Strands Caress Inside Clouds Memories Drift by A painted Bob Ross Lullaby
"Spinning"
The delicate web above my bedroom door Sways everytime,with a soft wind Even a slight blow of my breath can make it dance Every strand a glittery line Sparkling,twinkling An endless strand hooked on my mirror stand A cascade of a beautiful dr
Dirt
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” ~ Aristotle ~