Five Thoughts From Home

Courtesy of Pixabay

 My home
is internal
tranquility of mind
a personal sanctuary
watchful

watchful
northern wind blows
riot of windswept leaves
scattering around my being
changing

changing
southerly winds
singing into the light
contemplating a sea of blue
calmness

calmness
eastern sunrise
wonders of a new day
shades of pale gold and tinted pink
hope shines

hope shines
western sunset
closing the door of day
stars navigating the heavens
sweet dreams

dVerse Poets Pub - MTB Five Leavings from Home 

Hosted by Laura

And that is where our MTB poetry prompt begins today, leaving home, the central compass point of departure, thus:

• 25 lines
• 5 stanzas –
  • 1^st stanza is your home (real or imaginary)
  • next 4 stanzas – each compass point away from your home
• 5 lines per stanza – quintain
  • syllabic structure, optional rhyme (Crown Cinquain)*
  • OR
  • unrhymed and unstructured (Pentastitch)
• the title should begin or include: “Five …………”

Welcoming Spring

Courtesy of Pixabay

Vanilla sweetness fills the air
along with sage and lavender
with the snap of a wrist, a drum
beats

time melts with each half turn
no resin needed to seal the moment
in a rush of dreams passion fills the heart 

with a bit of luck the magic of
the day will carry from spring
to summer….

written for The Sunday Whirl

the challenge to incorporate the following words in your writing

taste summer sweetness snap rush half resin turn melts luck passion hand 

Hunger Within

Courtesy of Pixabay

 There is an emptiness within
a hunger that cannot be satisfied
it rumbles deep under the skin
a heart that has been blindsided

feeding on poetic words amplified
when will the joys of spring begin
feasting on dandelions hillside
there is an emptiness within

dVerse Q242 Hunger
hosted by Lisa

writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating the word "hunger" 

In My Deepest January

Courtesy of Pixabay

In my deepest January
nature is my sanctuary
beauty in the snow covered land
solitary goose makes her stand

winter's weight is hard to carry
in my deepest January
frozen reflections dancing trees
songbirds lingering singing free

feeling the wrath of bitter squalls
my mighty fortress with no walls
in my deepest January
thawing hearts in February

starry heavens and dreamy nights
praying for longer days of light
nature is my sanctuary
in my deepest January

written for What's Going On?
hosted by Sherry

Seasons Change

Summer prepares to wave goodbye
fall approaches with crisp cool air
seeing a praying mantis is rare
overhead the great blue heron flies

In poetic beauty the willow cries
her long thin boughs seem to flare
fall approaches with colorful fanfare
summer prepares to wave goodbye

The falling leaves are colored died
cheery songbirds have flown elsewhere
two mourning doves cooing a prayer
overhead the great blue heron flies

Summer prepares to wave goodbye
intricate spiderwebs are now threadbare
overhead the great blue heron flies

written for dVerse
hosted by Grace writing to the form of a Villonnet

Seasonal Tableau

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Summer waves goodbye
sunlight hugs tightly
qulls squawk overhead
tide rolls in and out
castles wash away
imprints of the day

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Autumn waves hello
cooler breeze arrives
geese honk noisily
leaves changing color
flowers vanishing
falls lofty sing song

written for dVerse - A Tableau
hosted by Laura

Brushes of Autumn

Courtesy of Pixabay

The falling autumn leaf
brushes against her cheek
the sweet musky smell
catches her by surprise

where have the flirty
floral scents gone….

lost in the colorful splendor
hidden from view a
decaying world

a time of transition
harvesting and preservation
necessities of life

written for dVerse
hosted by Lisa
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "brush"

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Song of the Frost Moon

Photography by Sarolta Ban

Though a tree no longer stands

amidst it's neighbors, it's roots

still remain forever sturdy

Through the rings of time, the heart

of the great pine beats a melody

for the forest dwellers

Protected by a thin misty veil

animals (deer and boar) gather

listening to the songs of

gusty wind-pipes

November's full frost moon

filters light, to the forest below

 mourning, the loss of warmer days

Fallen leaves now provide
 a place for  bedding down

before winter's chill arrives

Gathered are the spirits of nature

survival sings on ancient drums

take only what you need, for all

life is precious...

written for The Sunday Muse

Thank your for reading!

Song of the Bluebird

Courtesy of pixabay

Today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
something deep inside of me begins to stir
gone are the visions of the dark crow night

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
your melody soars, across the morning sky
gone are the visions of the dark crow night
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

your melody soars, across the morning sky
fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting

fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues
holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue

autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues

season bustling with mysterious changes
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue
in life,  I have traveled roads of strangeness

season bustling with mysterious changes
something deep inside of me, begins to stir
in life, I have traveled roads of strangeness
today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

author's note: This morning as, I opened
my bedroom window, I saw a beautiful
bluejay sitting in the tree outside, singing
loudly his song.  A Pantoum was born.

Thank you for visiting.

linking up with Poets United - Poetry Pantry 494

Vigilance In Changing Times

courtesy of pixabay

 summer coolly leaves
trees burn bright red and orange
while we weren't watching

~

 summer slips away

autumn arrives UN-noticed
picking red apples

~

stressed from life's hardships
leaves fall from dying oak trees
will anyone care

~

acorns will be scarce
squirrels scurry for their share
winter will be harsh

sharing with Poets United

writing poetry about vigilance 

Autumn Rain, Weeping Refrains

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I'm feelin'  in a blue sort of mood

this heart of mine has come unglued

raindrops slippin' down windowpanes

listenin' to songs, weeping refrains

some days you just need solitude

I'm feelin' in a blue sort of mood

dreamin' of a romantic interlude

raindrops slippin' down windowpanes

listenin' to songs, weeping refrains

some days you just feel the rain

some days you just feel the rain

some days you just feel the rain

some days you just feel the pain

I'm feelin' in a blue sort of mood

falling leaves, winter's prelude

raindrops slippin' down windowpanes

listenin' to songs, weeping refrains

some days you just need solitude

I'm feelin' in a blue sort of mood

autumn's splendor seems subdued

raindrops slippin' down windowpanes

listenin' to songs, weeping refrains

some days you just feel the rain

some days you just feel the pain

some days you just feel the pain

some days you just feel the pain

sharing with Poets United Midweek Motif - Autumn