Winter's Grip

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Today, after a long stretch of bitter cold I feel the warmth of the sun.  The temperature rises out of the single digits. Wrapped in my winter gear I head out for a walk. The snow from last week is still heavy and appears to have lost its gleam.  The wind is eerily silent and the trees no longer creak and groan in protest of the harsh weather.

The sky is a wonderful shade of cobalt blue deep and rich. Overhead a small flock of ducks search out a place to land.  I quicken my steps as I know where they are headed to the small cove where the water doesn’t freeze.  It is spring fed and here a lone goose spends the cold winter days with occasional visiting ducks.  Hurriedly, I step in the hard crunching snow making my way down the bank.  I need to check on the goose.  Hand on my heart I see her and breathe a sigh of relief.

Hopefully, spring will arrive earlier than expected and melt all this snow away. Making room for daffodils and spring dreams.

winter's grip is strong
groundhog's shadow prediction
crows caw a warning

linking with  dVerse Poet Pub - Haibun Monday
hosted by Frank
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Mending Hearts

Today, hurting hearts need mending
who can heal what is torn apart
pain seems to be never-ending
today, hurting hearts need mending
brokenness needs gentle tending
kindness a loving place to start
today, hurting hearts need mending
who can heal what is torn apart

written for What's Going On? Help for hurting hearts 
Hosted by Sherry 

author's note: I have been revisiting the poetic form - Triolet
peace, light and hope

Bring Me a Spring Day

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Bring me a blossoming spring day
fill life with sunlight, warmth and ease
melt all winter's harshness away
bring me a blossoming spring day
blue sky and creamy clouds on display
show me signs of hope, flowers and trees
bring me a blossoming spring day
fill life with sunlight, warmth and ease

linking with dVerse - Open Link Night 
hosted by Grace

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Author's note: 

I am dreaming of spring it has been
a cold and snowy winter here. 

Some Wild Dream

The Book of Bird Poems
Swift by Your Side
by Dom Conlon

circle as you sleep my love
and drift upon your dreams
ruling from the clouds, my love
is simpler than it seems

We first met with broken wings
it all seemed like some wild dream
through the misty haze of night
we sang our songs of yearnings
soaring beyond wispy clouds
resting in the wings of my beloved
exploring different hues of blue
flapping with earnest intentions
riding the thermals high above
"circle as you sleep my love"

you the majestic eagle of birds
me the mystical queen wren 
we had little earthly wealth
but our hearts were minted 
and the air we breathed free
forming poetic word scenes
letting poetry calm the night
no one bothered to inquire why
nestled in branches of green
"and drift upon your dreams"

in your dark eyes, unsung beauty
connecting two kindred souls
melodic warbles, rapid trills
your endearing sounds of joy
the drumming of fragile hearts
no longer feeling unloved
whether you be eagle or wren
chasing that glorious yellow sun
breathless whispers of heaven
we are the songs we sing of
"ruling from the clouds, my love"

our wings are now battered
from the storms that we endured
you the eagle needed to be free
and me being weaker let you go
but, I remember the time we shared
I still gaze up into skies and dream
my wings show signs of wear and tear
the journey swiftly coming full circle
drifting off into silvery moonbeams
"its simpler than it seems"

linking with dVerse - hosted by Bjorn

The form consists of four borrowed lines from your poem (the cabreza)  of choice and four stanzas of ten lines where the last line of each stanza is a line from the cabreza. There is no requirement on the meter other than it should not be too different from the borrowed poem. There is only one other requirement and that is that in the glosa line 6 and 9 should rhyme with the borrowed line.

This was a difficult form - I Have been reading "The Book of Bird Poems" and stumbled across a poem that seemed to speak to me.  I hope you enjoyed it.  I highly recommend this book to those bird lovers out there.

January's Snowy Imprints

The fresh fallen snow brightens
up the dark grey vista of morning
heavy branches bow in quietness

transformation on a January day
from the bitter cold bareness
to winters warm robe of white

beyond the trees a small band of deer
wandering across the pristine landscape
precision and grace in their movement

leaving tracks connected in the journey
nibbling on emerald green arborvitaes
the only sound is the whisper of the wind

I watch in stillness from the warmth inside
dreaming of making my own imprints
on that wondrous canvas of white

putting on my coat, hat, gloves and boots
venturing outside I lay under blue sky
and make snow angels just for today….

linking with dVerse Poetics
hosted by Kim  write about snow as you see, feel or imagine it, in any form you wish, using clear imagery as crisp as fresh-fallen snow.

Trains, Rain and Refrains

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Clickety-clack goes a distance train
pondering where the rail tracks lead
anticipating the early morning rain

I want to pen a bluesy quatrain
soulful lyrics circulate in my head
clickety-clack goes a distance train

gray skies outside the window pane
drifting into a lucid dream in my bed
anticipating the early morning rain

concentrating on rhythmic refrains
there is much that needs to be said
clickety-clack goes a distance train

wishing I could see you once again
so many lines crossed and misread
anticipating the early morning rain

melancholy songs are hard to contain
how many tears must one shed
clickety-clack goes a distance train
anticipating the early morning rain

written for dVerse - Folsom Prison Blue 
hosted by Melissa

For today’s Poetics prompt, She'd like us to read the lyrics, listen to the song, and write a poem about whatever it evokes for you 

Letting Go

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It’s never easy letting go
sometimes the process is slow
but, it’s the only way to grow

I don’t really know where to begin
so, I write intentions on birch skin
the wind suddenly begins to spin 

Carefully, I fold my precious notes
a squirrel scampers near a tall oak
making my way down a snowy slope

Standing at the water edge
I make a sacred pledge
watching a dog play fetch 

I gently thump, drum in hand
the birds seem to understand
as the universe quietly expands

offering my intentions to the flame
there are new dreams, I wish to claim
letting go, is not easy, I exclaim

linking with What's Going On? Letting Go
hosted by Mary

I went to a fire ceremony and this poem
was born from it. 

A to Z and Everything in Between

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A new day begins
Beautiful was last night’s dream
Chasing butterflies in a field
Daffodils and tulips in full bloom
Egrets wading in a pond nearby
Feathered creatures flutter around
Gone are any lingering worries
Harmony circulates the air
I wander in an enchanted realm
Just enjoying nature’s beauty
Knowing this is a special sanctuary
Light embraces me with warmth
Memories are precious treasures 
Now is the moment to live to the fullest
Once, again in slumber I think of you
Poetry connects heaven and earth
Quiet are my words, loud are my thoughts
Romantic sonnets made my heart quiver
Songs that touch me play on repeat
Time is elusive always pursuing it
Visions of us flash before my eyes
Willows always weep and so do I
Xtra care needed to heal a heart
Yearning to see you once again
Zhoosh, my hopes disappear

written for dVerse MTB First to Last Letters 

Hosted by Laura

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