After the joyous Spring
comes the ferocious Summer.
All fire and burning forests.
Yet Autumn will come for us,
and then the Winter.
All quiet, reflective and dark.
Category: winter
The Coming Spring
Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.
Awakening Spring
grey days blossoming
flowers awakening Spring
a Winter lament
Whispering Winter
Walking with respect
for the trees feel the cool winds
Whispering winter
Ethereal Magic
Between green and grey
you dance when no one is looking
feeling the lush wetness of moss, grass
moving within the rain beckoning wind
rolling about as grass gets into your hair
Quilted Landscape
Persimmon, indigo, and blue
a quilted work on the landscape
Snow, a crisp understanding
a sunset turns towards twilight, the night
Haunted by the image of landscape
a measure of magic in this ethereal place
Longing for different vibrations
and feelings to come from the snow places
a dream of snow and imagination
Bathed in the last of the sunset twilight
vibrations of colour and snow
Leave me breathless in the dim moonlight
A Lunch Haiku
Wind moving the grass
Winter sea waves on the hills
Walking within waves
Snowflakes and Sunflowers
My Winter’s Heart.
You saw apricity within my soul,
or was it a silly projection?
Your Summer heart.
I felt your wild sunflowers
blooming on my skin.
We came together;
Winter and Summer collide.
You said the snowflakes are peaceful,
I said the sunflowers are kind.
My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
Persimmon Dawn
Gloves of wool
a beanie with flying cats
layers of clothing
A Mugachino
startled frost-covered grass
breath shapes
The Winter dawn
Persimmon and soft blue layers
many birds sing
Morning dance
coffee smells mix with the dawn
rolling on the frost
C & K 