When rains
Arrive beating
Winds howl and fences creak
Be thankful for prescious moisture
Cloud born
Water
While at times falling – unwelcome
Still is a life giver
The Spring picnics
Can wait
Padre
After an April with near drought conditions, I was glad to see much needed rain. Yet all across social media people were complaining that the May Bank Holiday was a “wash-out.” This despite the fact that the pandemic is still a very real thing.
Written for Colleen’s Poet’s Choice challenge.
Allure
Each of their own
Combined complemented
Symbiotic nature bringing
Beauty
Padre
The wind sweeps across the dunes
And waves break upon the shore
Barren yet beautiful the scene calls
The hear to seek to spend there a moment more
To leave and return to the realm of men
The daily rush of commerce
Seems not so much a life real
But something quite inverse
So give me but a minute more
That my soul with nature can converse
Padre
Crust turbulently rent asunder
Allowing the Earth to vent
Pressure and heat releasing
New landscapes to invent
And when it is all over
Calm shall be restored
And generations shall rebuild there
The past dangers forgotten – ignored
Padre
To build a place to call my own
A home as by me envisioned
My own hands to craft the frame
And its details of my own imagination
How diligently the song bird
With a twig within its beak
Goes to fashion a haven for its eggs
And a place for the night to sleep
Padre
Ocean waves breaking
Posidon’s motion endless
The earth sands recoil
Padre
I emerge from the chilly soil
And turn my face up to the sun
I unflod my petals bright
A sign that spring has come
And as the weather warms
All the world will see
That warmth, colour, and sweet scents
Will have won a victory
Padre
Needles
Blow in the breeze
Evergreen scent drifting
Over the landscape so tranquil
Peaceful
Padre
The horizon dims to the west
As Helios’ orb dips beneath the crest
Thus comes the end of another day
And Nocturne’s realm shall take sway
The twinkling host shall soon appear
Against the heavens sable veneer
Padre
Purple
Lavender
Fragrant
Colleen’s challenge is to write in a specific form and she has cited haiku and senryu as the week’s choice. She notes: “The current standards for creating Haiku in English suggest a form with three lines and syllables of 3/5/3 (11 syllables). Even the more abbreviated haiku version with three lines and syllables of 2/3/2 (7 syllables) is now thought of more favorably than the traditional 5/7/5 format.” I have therefore gone with the abbreviated seven syllable form.
Padre
