Spring Rain

at twilight

the soft coo of a dove

through a gentle spring rain

Pat

3/23/23

Happy Monday!

Pat

3/13/23

Spring

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Photo from Dana Bollwerk on Pinterest” – a Lotus Flower

pronouncement

from atop the tallest flower –

spring has come!

Pat

3/08/23

Misbehaving

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.

That Kiss

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.

Sundown

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

Sunflower

Before I photographed this, I had no idea that was how a sunflower opened up!

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

Us

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

Change

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

nesting

in the bare branches

of the berry tree –

the full moon

Pat

1/06/23