Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Stand righteously
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.
But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Bedazzled, bejeweled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.
IN Remembrance vcl2014
Nothing remains
To celebrate
In the death of millions…
Whose humble sacrifice
Lies rotted
Poppies sprouted
To hide the stench
of righteous war
Gravestones heralding
Entrance into another world
Leaving grieving generations
Who discuss what might have been.
We honor your sacrifice
In a weary world, aspiring,
Hoping it is enough.
Sun on horizon
Peasant fisherman gather
Heightened tale of blues
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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2014
Prompt:
Blues
August 08 2014
I was sitting on my little ledge…
A portal to the day’s end… trying to veg… and I could hear…
if I strained my ear…
Just as clear… as if snuggling near… the sounds of night.
The cricket’s song…
the murmuring bird… tucked in tight…for the night,
Fireflies dazzling, what a sight…
but the peace and stillness that calmed my soul…made me whole…was the feel of your hand in mine…entwined… as we stared into the night…delight.
Art: Heather
Nothing transfigures more
than the pleasant camaraderie
of young companions
wishing to commune
with a heart that is listening.
It was a day for rainbows.
The clouds piled high, patrolled the sky,
Promising.
It was a day for rainbows.
The rain had passed, freshening the grass,
Promising.
And the rainbow came, in grand array,
a glimpse of hope for a better day,
Promising.
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