A poetic view
words cannot do it justice
soul moving beauty
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Poetic
Week 39 of Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge
Canyon Side
Autumn Winds
Crimson maple trees line dormant fields;
their vibrant leaves release in soft autumn breezes,
scattering onto somber ground.
Goldenrods wave enthusiastically
in the crisp autumn winds,
greeting regal aspens
showy in their matching yellow foliage.
Vacant summer homes sit
as hostile witnesses;
cold wind gusts
beat upon their hollow cores,
foretelling the inevitable.
dVerse Poetics: Fall (in) love hosted by Punam
Silent Sunday – View from Fire Island Lighthouse
Starry Rosinweed
Rise and shine
Good morning to you
The joy you bring
Lasts the whole day through
For all who observe
Your cheerful face
Shall find some ease
In the daily rat race
Uncertain Sky
Clouds swirl high
painting a lovely tie dye
an uncertain sky
must decide what comes next
In a symphony of windsong
the uncertain sky blows strong
urging the clouds to move along
but they are determined to dance
Red-Tailed Hawk
High
Rest spot
It perches unsettled
Shares a fleeting moment
Soars
W3 Prompt #125: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sarah, prompts us to write an Elfje on the theme ‘soar’.
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LXXXII
Dew Droplets
Dew droplets shiver
in response to rising sun
as each fade away
dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Endings hosted by Kim
Week 37: “White Dew” by Mark S.
Carolina Mantis
Carolina Mantis stands alone
Its territorial pursuits
A voracious cannibal
Mating can be risky
How quickly it moves
Grabbing a fly
Tiny claws
Pinching
Life
A nonet for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Territorial by Sue W & Gerry C.
Spies Among Us
There are spies everywhere. They spy on us in the streets and in our own homes. Ears listen at each corner, in shops and through wires in our walls. But, I spy on them as well… I sit each day at our cushy conference table at Stasi headquarters, bantering with my “comrades” as we plot atrocities against the disloyal people of our city. Pertinent information is gathered and stored in my “superior memory.” Each week, on alternating days, I check an inactive mailbox to learn the time and place of the next rendezvous with my true associates. This week I am especially anxious for our meeting, as I have urgent news to share. It is just after dusk on a Tuesday. I loiter at the edge of the alleyway until I see the mysterious figure drop a note in the mailbox. I wait until he (or she) fades into the distance before I casually stroll down the alley, scanning all directions. I slip the note out of the mailbox and read the message inside: “WE’VE GOT YOU!”
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #347
Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge – week 37 by xingfumama.
Green Frog
In a clear lake under a mottled sky
A green frog prepares to eat
A snail rests on its back
A small dragonfly pauses in mid-flight
Perhaps sensing the danger
A mottled frog watches
A double kimo for Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Mottled
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