the snow covered field of yesterday
is now a patchwork of grass
and barely there snow
now being tended to
by a meandering wave of returning geese –
the intricacies of spring
Pat
2/26/21
Intricacies of Spring
and barely there snow
Category Archives: poetry
and barely there snow
Slow Reveal
in a slow reveal
the promise of spring is closer to being realized
branches stand clad in nubs soon to be buds
sparrows and starlings cling to fine branches like leaves that ought to be
time stands ready this season on this trip around the sun
will you be here to welcome the delicate white blooms of the pear tree?
will they enjoy the gentle flicker
in the spring breeze without your fleeting gaze?
it is a slow reveal
Pat
2/25/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where the focus is on “Turns” in a poem
Musings – Abhanga
in sync with the musings
of the wind, melodies
that speak to maladies
rise from the creek
Pat
2/24/21
Slip in Time – Bleeding Hearts
Time
My mom is at home on hospice care. Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.
in talks with long gone kin
peers across dimension
without much intension
a slip in time..
Pat
2/22/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.
To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/
Harsh Beginnings
heather blooms
hidden in crunchy snow
harsh beginnings
Pat
2/21/21
Spring
I went for a walk today. The park is still snow layden, white, crisp and has yet to be walked upon. Further down, before I came upon this scene there were lots of geese walking in a line. It seems they were taking care not to walk on the snow. Or maybe they were just foraging. It was odd to see.. a waddling line of geese.
in the park
newly arrived geese
sign of spring
Pat
2/20/21
Pitter – Patter
A few days ago the drips from my eaves formed rhythm with tweets from the bare branches of the pear tree. That, has moved on and the birds are back in hiding. Today we are engulfed in a steady snowfall.
We are back to pretty. But not for long. When the neighborhood inches back to life we shall be ankle deep in slush again. And so it goes.
melting icicles
the sound of pitter patter –
make believe raindrops
Pat
2/18/21
Endings
she is ready to go
is irritated
at still being here
final days of winter
Pat
2/17/21
Blow & Bird
gusts of wind blow waves
through an ocean of tall grass –
flock of birds scatter
Pat
2/15/21
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Blow & Bird. To participate it just read go here
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 345 BIRD AND Blow.
