As bumbles buzz along their daily path
And the blooms of summer begin to fade
Fruit ripens turning gold or red
And thoughts of school impending fills our head
A perfect season comes to close
We await the days shortening – growing cold
We watch a butterflies their final rounds make
And in the evening tales of summer adventures are told
As the bumbles buzz – heading for home
Padre
The inchworm passes in a green flash upon eternity’s pages
Padre
Monostich and Paint Chips: inchworm and green flash
When the sun through clouds creeps
And warm beams the soils do dry
It is like a sweet regeneration
As freshly watered plants reach to sunlit sky
Pathways steam in the warming sun
And flowers their blooms stretch open
All is refreshed and new again
And sound returns to the solar fountain
Its splash and trickle instead of the rain
At least until the clouds return again
Padre
a soft drizzle falls
earth dampening by morning
flowers drink in life
the sunshine returns
nights dampness away it burns
the cycle goes on
water and sun, night and dawn
nature in its endless turns
In Colleen‘s challenge, she has posted a new form she devised. It is a “haiku (3-5-3) and a tanka (5-7-5-7-7 with an end rhyme of a, a, b, b, a) together and call it a tanku. Rhyme scheme (x, x, x, a, a, b, b, a). No title.” Her challenge was to create our own new forms which I will try too, but I just had to give her form a go as well. Please see it above.
Padre
Is this George H’s coming of the sun?
Or is it the sign the rains have just begun
Coming or going – who is to say?
I guess we will need to wait and watch the sky today
2021 has been odd in East Anglia weeks of drought-like conditions followed by day after day of rain. We then had another dry spell with thunderstorms predicted for tonight and daily rain for the next week.
Padre
Have I come this way before?
Are those my prints on the forest floor?
Or has another come this way?
Might I meet someone if I sit and stay?
But the wood is vast and those tracks aren’t clear,
Might they belong to some passing deer?
I could wait, then I’d see
But alas those at home are waiting for me
Padre
sunrise
and light’s increase
until midday zenith
then slow decrease – fading away
at dusk
Colleen’s challenge is to write a syllabic poem using only synonyms for Dawn & Twilight.
Padre
Falling
Pure energy
In motion decending
Seeking the pathway to the sea
Fated
Padre
#TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 226 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
As from my window I chanced to peek
I spied a pigeon dip its beak
Into my pond ornamental
But the bird did fail to settle
And stepped too far onto the pond weed
‘Twas not dy land as the fowl percieved
So in shock it did flap and shake
Having discovered too late its big mistake
Padre
Really humourous to watch a very plump pigeon fall into my garden pond. Nature provides some great entertainment.
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.
