The first time I saw her it was spring.
It had rained all night long
and the grass was wet.
Time seemed to slow
as we shared a glance
and I knew.
She was the meal for me.
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Written for Trifextra Week 100. This started out something completely different in my head, but I like where it went.
green shoots lift their heads
turning towards each morning’s sun
seeking the growing warmth of Springtime
each stem seeking to rise above the rim
of an oak planter
Today
the air is cool
the sunlight brighter
the days grown longer and warmer
springtime.
A cinquain written in celebration of Spring, of Beltane, and of warmer weather. Written for NaPoWriMo as well.
a woman sits near her window
listening to the songs of birds just returning
after an endless winter
her fingers busy with needlework
that she does not watch
not needing to after so many years practice
curled at her hip
a calico (and grey) feline
rumbling softly as she watches the woman’s hands
curious what magic she creates today
so fragrant blossom
harbinger of summer warmth
reminder of joy
Written for Haiku Heights‘ A to Z Haiku April.
Brighid,
Mother of the warming sun,
Protector of the Hearth,
Keeper of Awen,
I honor you.
As the wheel turns never-ending
and brings with it longer days filled with the sun’s life-giving warmth,
I thank you for your presence in my life.
My hearth is blessed by your presence, Bright Lady,
and I prepare it anew for your protection.
I celebrate the return of the sun, the warmth and joy of Spring,
bringing your light into my home.
I see and feel the presence of Awen in my life,
and ask for the continued fire of inspiration.
Brighid,
Mother of the warming sun,
Protector of the Hearth,
Keeper of Awen,
I honor you.
Image I wish I’d taken, by Kenia Cris.
New growth is blooming
shrugging off the quiet chill
opening eyes to brighter mornings
and warmer nights.
Soon comes the heat
air moist with every breath
deep groans of thunder
punctuate the night.
Moon’s arrival earlier each dusk
heralds brisk nights
and staunch guardians
shedding their colors everywhere.
A quiet chill returns swiftly and softly
blanketing both day and night
offering no respite
only the promise of renewal.
Written in a vague approximation of the Midnight Songs style, from Sunday’s Mini-Challenge prompt at With Real Toads.
Another pair of haiku I wrote some time ago that never have made it to my blog.
Spring
returned from exile
heralding our returned warmth
green shoots from the earth
see her standing there
so soft and gentle, a lamb
without a mother
in the beginning
something ensued
a peculiar assemblage of crows
in the beginning
there, behind the bungalow
within the avian’s demesne
I saw them
in the beginning
the dalliance was furtive
myriad figures, erstwhile lovers
gamboling
between branches
in the beginning
the morning air
redolent with the scent of earth
and rain
dawn’s breath caressing
a susurrus ripple of sound
in the beginning
their play
evanescent, ephemeral
their voices
cacophonous, evocative of pleasure
of delight
eloquence in their effervescent call
Inspired by the rather timely presence of a flock of blackbirds in the trees behind my house, a common occurrence that never fails to delight me though many might find their song noisy and annoying. Shared with the wonderful folks at Sunday Scribblings #319, who encouraged us to use the phrase ‘in the beginning’ and also with Rosemary Mint’s Monday Melting, which gave us 100 beautiful words to choose from. I’ve italicized the ones I nabbed. Took out the italics, ’cause Shawna’s right, they’re distracting.
this hallowed ground bears witness to a glorious song
voices lifted in chorus
ancient stones and spring’s new blooms
joined together in celebration of life both new and renewed
my words are alive 