January's blues

 

snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers

my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers

pine and fir trees weave their green lushness

lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers

sundial casts a long graceful shadow   

while crescent moon rises with single feather

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word count, with the given word, LIFT.   Thank you for your comments and visits.

at year's end, it is not

 

the loudest

[bang-pop-bang]

that impacts me the most

it's the nicks, 

slights, careless tossed words- jabbing 

a growing crescendo

that knees me to fetal position

on the flip side-

it's not loudest cheers of devotion

but thoughtful & everyday gestures

that tugs my heartstrings

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #214, Going Out with a Bang, hosted by Punam.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, bang.  

Thank you for your comments and visits.

an unfinished book project

on shelf goes unnoticed

like brimed-sliced cucumbers you placed in pickle

jar

last summer 

& last autumn,

there is still a jar of

home-grown dried calendula flowers in olive 

oil-

you forgot to strain-

you wonder if your poems

are too mush-salty or 

saffron-flowery

Unfinished home-made calendula oil project

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille 205, A Jar Full of Poems, hosted by De Jackson.  Thanks for your comments and visits.  

i found (an escapade)

the lagoon

soft sands & shimmering 

i lost track of time

forgetting how quickly this 

turned to high tides, rocky-rolling

i swallowed salt & seaweeds

are my eyes jelly-red?

where's the boat?  

the slumbering sea is now awake

hungry-pressed

for the moon's opaque eyes

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Melissa Lemay.   This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, lagoon.   Please join us with your poem when the virutal pub doors open at 3pm EST.

under our sky

 

the forest is burning

(&)

you ask me a question

you will get an

answer

differently

(when I'm 40)

(when l'm 60)

last year or next year 

because my present

is ever changing

as clouds in bleak smoked sky

as silkworms searching mulberry leaves

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille - hosted by Lillian Hallberg.

This is 40 word post, with the chosen word, PRESENT.  Thanks for your visit and comments.

Thunderstruck

 

your words are thundersnow

to my sunflower hands

your passion is lightning

hammering the wind 

i gasp at the intensity of your emotions

as the skyscape darkens, swells

for a moment, i'm iced blue 

then melting

i revel in the moment 

of storm's ardor

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, GASP.   We had a rare thundersnow last Saturday.

seeds for a successful harvest

 imagine: 

a fruit from seed 

sun-warm & greening from fresh rain 

you nurture it everyday

with fervor of busy bees

each nod & nudge

celebration of small steps -

one small leaf

one flower blossoming

each tendril binding 

to core of it all:

mother earth

Growing cucumber, herbs & other vegetables on my balcony

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Let's Celebrate, hosted by Merril D. Smith.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, Celebrate.   Happy 11th anniversary dVerse!!!!!  On a personal note, my attitude towards celebration is the same with gardening - small steps towards a goal is worthy of a celebration.

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