Glimmer

a glimmer of spring –
once bare branches
of the pear tree
now clad in buds and
a smattering of sparrows

Pat R

2/08/2020

A Gogyohka for Eugenia’s Weekly prompt where the prompt word is “Glimmer”

Join the fun , here

Heather Blooms

It drizzled all day today. The sky is entrenched in that winter gray. I decided to go see what was going on in the garden. It was still asleep, mostly. With hints of green in the pots at the garden’s edge. Nothing is defined though, could all just be wild things as far as I could tell.

A seagul cries. I look skyward just in time to see it soar across the gray and see its partner answer, then follow it.

My eyes move to the bare branches of that small tree. It gets those fragrant white blooms that entice many birds in the spring. I think it starts out wiith berries. Its the water cooler of the back yard. I still don’t know what it is but it smells heavenly. It smells like spring.

among strewn decay
crisp tall grass and withered vines-
fragile heather blooms



Pat R

2/06/20

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, poet’s choice this week.

And for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub


#Thursday Doors – Brooklyn

In Williamsburg
This is the building for that door above
Again in Williamsburg
And this is the building that the one above came from. The Williansburg Savings Bank building. Not sure if it’s still a bank. But there’s one on Flatbush that now house very fancy condos.
This one is around the Grand Army Plaza neighborhood
This one too. They are two apartment building entrances…side by side
Can’t remember where this one was. But I’m sure if I take the time to look Google will have it all done. They time date and tag your photos. Creepy!!
I took a look see…it’s in Williamsburg also. A place of worship, a side door ( compliments of Google)

Pat R
2/06/20

For Norm’s Thursday Doors. To see others or join in go here

Nearly Spring

effects
This winter felt like a misnomer for most of the time. It has been marked with extraordinarily picturesque skies. Everytime I turned my camera skyward there was that little voice. Nature reminding me that at the very heart of such beauty, may be global warming.

As spring creeps in, I keep waiting for the charm of a proper snowfall. This unseasonably warm winter  seem to have fooled no one but me. The young leaves of the butterfly bush takes a stand. They look sturdy and healthy. They’re not going anywhere, despite their encounter with a transient snowfall. They’ve suffered no harm.

spring comes alive
plant pots at the garden’s edge
wore winter like clutter

Pat R

2/03/2020

Dverse Poets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday and the prompt is “Spring”

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are “Charm & Harm”

For Eugenia’s Challenge where the prompt word is “Alive”

 

Night

scribbling
on the dark of night,
fireflies

Pat  R

2/02/2020

Over at Frank’s we’re honoring Martha Magenta, haiku poet by writing a poem inspired by one she wrote. Reading this inspired my poem

starry night
the draught horse’s shoes
spark on concrete
(Martha Magenta)

Stop by Frank Tassone’s blog to read more about her, here.