splash of spring

snow is 
             melting 
                          butter 
on feet
of willow and pine trees

while sun is sprinkling
fuzzy bubbles of warm soap
in sky

gather me in your safe 
harbor
smell of sagebrush & cool 
peppermint

melding with the sugarcane air
of spring
              splashing 
                             my
                                     face



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  This is a 44 word post with the word GATHER.  See you at 3pm EST.   We had a glorious cool spring weekend.  

Mirror of blue

Calm this blue heart

Through water-clogged days, grassy blights- 

Calm this blue heart

With buds and songbirds for a start

Gilding sky with gold color, sight

Of robust sun, beckoning light-

Calm this blue heart 

Fay Collins Art

Posted for OpenLinkNight of dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form is a Rondelet.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Thanks for the visit.

where is the choir of spring?

Credit:  Fay Collins Art

grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs
to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights-
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz-

i watch the rain hammer the bare backs
of trees as sun billows behind bland whites-
grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs

my hands are tarred in disquiet
viewing soggy heads of dead roses, black-
where is spring, choir of color, fiery topaz?

my eyes are strained, seeing snow in cracks
of climbing walls & flower pots, knitted tight
is this season a mirage of purple and lilacs?

i count the days where i'll sit on hammock,
read my books with slow pace and re-write 
spring's arrival, choir of color, fiery topaz-

the gem in my canvas of cottonwood & hemlock-
my footsteps turn to fancy and air light                                
paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz!



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Sarah Connor on the artwork of Fay Collins.  Villanelle poetry form (19 Lines).   We had ice storm over the weekend and its already the middle of April.    Thanks for your visit.

Dusk

When the days are long and warm as wine, I bask in the sunset as long as I can.   Marvelling the softening shades with growing darkness, there is nothing as peaceful as contemplating the cloud forms or the names of wild spring flowers.  I don't take the serenity  for granted as I am aware that others are suffering or in pain, and looks to the future with uncertainty and fear. This season of light is very short.  I inhale each moment-  a blessing.

ice pellets strike
cars in parking lots, hawked by seagulls-
spring buds freeze in storm-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted for the last time by Victoria Slotto ~  Theme is Chijitsu - Lingering Day.

Thank you Victoria for your devotion and support of our poetry community ~  Good luck in your writing project ~

A Poet's Rhapsody

I.

A poem is a raindrop in mid-
                                          dle of my run-
ning thoughts, a riddle at
                                       tip of my tongue-
                    a symphony of fleeting words-
a flash of white wings above trees-



II.

A poem is you
                       between heart-
                                              beats-
      -core, mantle, skin  -
                       shadowing move-
                                               ments-      
I run
Not to trap you in the page  
But hurl you back
                       to starless & moonless
                                                sky-



III.

A poem is roar
               sound searching in its intensity
                                 amplifying thunder run
               reaching climax
only my ears 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB Ars Poetica, hosted by Paul John Dear.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Soul Sister - Mississauga City

Cherry Blossoms, 2017

Centennial Park, Mississauga City

The air is fresh and thick
of maple, oak, aspen and birch trees
along Credit River
towards blue Lake Ontario
Bottle up this city's musk
It is invigorating

From the smell of maple syrup
to India's spices, curry & bread
to Italy's fresh tomatoes and pasta
to Mexico's burritos and tacos
to Jamaica's jerk chicken & beans
to France's crepes and macaroons
to Japanese sushi and English's fish
and chips
Plus thousand more dishes

From faraway countries,
This city is a big basket weaved by
different colors of the world's hands-
Though young (as of 1974)
This city commands limelight -
It is Canada's 6th largest city -

Ring the giant bell
in Kariya Park -
We are the city of friendship
with Japan-
Here cherry blooming trees
pinks the park, 
radiant as morning sun

Bring your bike or hiking shoes
Along the reclaimed forest area
We'll refresh our souls
while listening to birds, fish and chasing
small wild creatures
innocent as children's laughter in parks-

Beside giant malls, offices
and Marilyn-Monroe shaped
condo buildings in downtown city-
This city flames with energy 
Sprawling with modern
roads for trains and bus terminals

Beside Toronto City,
Mississauga is a big sister
with trillium flowers on her hair
and that smile - 

                                Welcome!

Note:  The Mississauga are a subtribe of the Anishinaabe-speaking First Nations people located in southern Ontario, Canada. They are closely related to the Ojibwe. The name "Mississauga" comes from the Anishinaabe word Misi-zaagiing, meaning "[Those at the] Great River-mouth." It closely related to the Ojibwe word Misswezahging, which means ‘a river with many outlets.’

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Jilly about Urban Renewal.   What is your city? Mine is Mississauga, my home for the last 13 years.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

wilted flowers

When the sky is a numbed grey and the ground is a paper machie of dead leaves, I lean on the prayers of my childhood.   My mother's rosary beads are a steady rope.  I kneel on the  church pews and find comfort in the walls of red candles.  The faces of the other travelers are mirrors of long winters with wilted flowers.   I am just a brick, one of the many bricks and stones, rising as I evoke my faith - "Thy Will Be Done".

dawn is blue ink
as cardinals hop, coloring
spring on bare garden




Posted for dVerse poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Drawing on the past week themes of faith by Mish and Holy Places by Amaya.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.