at twilight
the soft coo of a dove
through a gentle spring rain
Pat
3/23/23
at twilight
the soft coo of a dove
through a gentle spring rain
Pat
3/23/23
Pat
3/13/23
Photo from Dana Bollwerk on Pinterest” – a Lotus Flower
pronouncement
from atop the tallest flower –
spring has come!
Pat
3/08/23
Worrisome, unsettling times
lead me to wallow.
Sometimes in fear
at other times,
in the simple joys of my mortality.
I search out small
gasp worthy moments,
holding them close.
This sunset, a diverse gathering,
seagulls, pigeons, crows,
sparrows and humans – and
no misbehaving
Pat
3/07/23
For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.
melting into your kiss –
a recurring memory I hang onto
to keep me sane
to say goodbye
to move on
Pat
2/21/23
For poetics over at dVerse where Kim is hosting and we’re talking ‘kisses’. To participate or just read go here.
fishing at sunset
net casting – a step back in time
hints of culture off the pier
in this place where there is one of
everyone
Pat
2/9/23
a slow reveal
one petal at a time
revelation mode
Pat
2/5/23
For Moon Washed Musings, to see other responses to the prompt “Revelation” go here
Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!
But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.
As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?
pummeling of hope –
out and about while being black
taunts mortality
Pat
2/03/23
This was in a tree outside my house. A home for wasps, I believe. I never saw it coming, never saw them building. Then came autumn, the tree shed their multicolored clothing and there it was.
Fierce looking in size and demeanor. I didn’t touch it, I did not know if anyone was home; and I was not interested in finding out. So, I left it alone.
Now, this hive is no longer there. It seems winter and its high winds took care of the matter in its own time. A clean sweep. An inevitable change.
well hidden
until it was not –
natures roar
Pat
1/26/2023
nesting
in the bare branches
of the berry tree –
the full moon
Pat
1/06/23
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