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 rains return from after sun
Dampening soil and bringing awakening
Roots reach down a drink to share
And from moist earth new blooms are hastening
Padre
Slowly creeping, climbing high
Reaching upwards to sun and sky
Soon masses of fruit to bear
In clusters sweet to share
With a world awaiting their fill
Padre
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
Dark giants upon the loam prostrate lie
Clothed in robes of emeald green
Shadows incroach upon their slumber
As canopy roof hides them from the sky
How came these titans to here rest?
What labours prompted their long repose?
Was it feats of consequence grand
That fatigued them beyond the power to stand?
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
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
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.
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
