My days grow short
My magic, like the sunshine wanes
I have had my time in this forest realm
Of my greenery and flowers – few remain
I shall soon depart to my slumber
My sister, Autumn shall have her turn
And she in time too will rest
As my Cousin Winter my work will overturn
But young Sister Spring will in time wake
And begin our forest to renew
And I, Summer will paint the woods
With blossom, and scent for you
Padre
Clothed in mist, in velvet fog adorned
Oh, how the meadow is dressed on this Autumn morn
Flocks head away, to their winter nests
Mice below prepare for cold-weather rests
Oh, so much is happening on this chill morning
When nature – the meadow is with velvet fog adorning
Padre
Blanket of moss, carpet of leaves
Nature’s cushion against autumn’s chill
Fallen trees, and layers of loam
Giving woodland creatures comfy homes
Blanket of moss, carpet of leaves
Nature’s cushion against autumn’s chill
Soon new carpets of snow will fall
Wildlife remaining comfy still
Padre
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Weekend Writing Prompt #177 – Heather in 27 words
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All things possible
Taking wing to discover
From nest chick alights
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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 30th, 2020: New beginnings
Mother Nature if truth be told
Isn’t really all that old
She like Spring is renewed each year
Her flowing locks bringing butterfly cheer
All the wonders of the earth
Are mere daydreams of her mirth
Mother Nature – if truth be told
Idealistic lass – her whims all nature mould
Padre
Autumn’s chill fingers
Reach deeply within the earth
Summer’s green passing
Fungi raise their heads aloft
To greet their chosen season
Padre
COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 195 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
“This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art.” I have used the Tanka form to explore the photo prompt.
Night falls as seasons turn
The long migration begins
To safer nesting warm
By instinct guided
And by habit inborn
The cycle of life to conform
Padre
Moment captured in an image frozen
Nature’s power for all to see
Solar glow upon the waves
Filled with energy
And the breeze too, it’s power felt
Turning turbines on the sea
But a greater power than them all
Is found in the nature’s beauty
Padre
