Transforming Skies

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Sun-shot, spun gold clouds

graze the morning sky above 

stratospheric flocks

                +++

Grey-stained spitting sky

crackles with power and life

sending out the winds

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In the Imaginary Garden we have been asked to write haiku for Transforming Fridays with Nature's Wonders.  This is National Haiku Day, so go crazy in 5, 7 and 5 syllables!

Noisy Neighbors

At

bedtime

I hear coyotes

through the open window,

whooping it up

like frat boys

In the morning

a chaos of chirping

migrates into my dreams

until I wake

to the

final stars

winking goodbye

First night of springtime,

sleeping with

the windows open

Day #14 PAD, just a wee bit late.

On Easter

     Photo by Mary Bach

This morning the moon  

begins to wane

in the lightening sky.

Mourning doves call to

you, you, you

but jays and wrens and barn swallows

are chirping too.

Outside the window

there are ten thousand branches, more

that were dead,

now, near bursting

with a million, million buds.

Don’t tell me there are no miracles.

Thank you for the prompt of a 55 word piece, and the subject of Easter in the Imaginary Garden with Flash 55 Plus.  This is also for Day #5 of PAD.  Happy Easter or Sunday or whatever you are celebrating today.

November Thanks

     Words and image by Mary Bach

There is a clear, cold light

this November morning,

and last night’s powdering of snow

transforms the ridge.

The trees weave an intricate

design of branches 

studded here and there

with chickadees, jays, cardinals.

Walking through the garden

I am warmed by

your hand

in mine.

Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Brian asked us to write about something we are thankful for.  

Flora Christo

    Image by Mary Bach
    
    Leaf, stem, branch -
    everyday resurrection.

Solstice

Solstice approaches

 autumn leaves

with wisps of winter trailing after

more potent

with each shortened day

Portion out light

ration the sun

sing down snow, like blessings

piled knee deep

Still, we doubt

instead of wonder

This is for dVerse Open Link Night, where you can go to read some amazing poems about Christmas and the like.  The picture is from my little corner in the middle of nowhere.