Messenger of Peace

The dove was aloft
Doused by the cold frozen rain
The first month with sleet
Diverted from its mission
It seeks sustenance below

Soaring over homes
Searching for scarce seeds and grain
Late winter garden
A magnificent bounty
It fills its empty stomach

A feeling of warmth
Two figures sit together
Blanket by the fire
Sheltered from the pelting sleet
Awaiting message of peace

Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 8

I J’s Birds of the Week Invitation XXXVIII

Clandestine Moon

I see you hiding in the shadows
A sliver illuminated in light 
The sun reveals your secrets
Your clandestine antics 
Won’t work tonight
Perhaps the clouds will grant you reprieve
As earth gets into position
To shield you fully
From the sun’s watchful glare

Quadrille #189: Poems Most Mad & Moonly hosted by De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) at dVerse

Nature’s Browns

Volcanic Rock – Mt. Etna

Some type of Skimmer

Some type of Fritillary

Little Brown Bat

Spider alert…

Daddy Longlegs

Terri’s Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge

Gifting Lions

Image credit; Greyerbaby @ Pixabay

A shy child she was
Head down among strangers
Eyes peeking up through long lashes 
A large stuffed lion tucked under her arm
The only friend to whom she spoke

The toy frayed and the child grew
She became the lion
Standing her ground
Roaring against injustice
Asserting herself on behalf of the meek
Gifting children plush lions

Sadje’s What do you see # 212

RDP Monday: MEEK by sgeoil

Intersecting Lines


Intersecting lines
Engineered with precision
Or a tangled web

For Cee’s Any which way with lines

Deep Red

For Cee’s CMMC: November Red Devil (dark red) Color

And Dan’s Thursday Doors

Until Spring


Indian summer
Conquered by winter’s resolve
I sit quietly
Wrapped in a woolen blanket
While waves crash upon the shore

I rise from my perch
A final walk on the beach
Left behind till spring
Lone cold feet imprint the sand
Gulls cry lamentful goodbyes 

I pass through sand dunes
Past sparkling freshwater ponds
Wild geese preen feathers
Indifferent to the chill
While I shiver in protest

RDP Wednesday – FOOTSTEPS

W3 Prompt #80: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week Melissa prompts us to:

  • Compose a series of three tanka;
    • Following are three “turn lines” or “pivots” (third lines) for each of three tanka, and you must construct the rest:
      1. Turn / Pivot for tanka #1: “I sit quietly”
      2. Turn / Pivot for tanka #2: “Left behind till spring”
      3. Turn / Pivot for tanka #3: “Wild geese preen feathers”
    • These tanka are to be autumn/winter-themed;
    • You may write each of your tanka in a single unbroken line of thirty-one syllables, or you may use the five-line 5/7/5/7/7 approach.

Holiday Party

The annual “Holiday Party” – ugh!  The announcement specifically states that one is not obligated to attend.  Yeah, right…  I mentally prepare myself by focusing on a splendid evening with colleagues who I consider friends.  But the reality of the whole affair (based on prior experience) sits just under the surface.  The underlying resentment toward management who try to charm us with their witty senses of humor.  The same individuals who decide to invite us to extravagant holiday parties rather than to include us in the annual bonuses that they so lavishly dole upon themselves.  Do they have any idea the cost of a cocktail dress (and accessories)  suitable for said occasion?  

I check the weather for the Friday night bash and see a winter weather advisory. Yes! Snow would be the easy way out. It appears I will receive a holiday bonus after all.

dVerse host Kim’s November for Beginners.

“I would like you to write a story [144 words] that includes the following line(s) from that poem: ‘Snow would be the easy way out’.”

Old Roads

Schoneiche, Germany

Erice, Sicily

New Roads in Old City (Prague)

Cee’s CWWC – any which way in black and white photography

Comforting Clouds

Soft cloud comforters
Envelop the brilliant sun 
Permitting a glimpse



RDP Monday: BRILLIANT