Holding On

Last evening while the setting sun was writing its own story cantankerous clouds to the right were leaving deep smudges in the evening skies.

The bird songs outside my window were unrelenting, piercing the roar of the harsh spring winds. Even the delicate cherry blossoms are standing up to this latest rage.

It seems we are all to discover what we are made of. In the end, we are all just holding on.

the ire of spring

that will not be placated –

belligerent storms

Pat

4/03/22

For Haibun Monday over at dVerse who is hosting with a theme of “Cherry Blossoms”. To view other entries go here

Also linking to Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen where the prompt is to take a photo from your day and write a poem in relation to it. To see other entries go here

Escape

I have been plotting an escape up to the mountains for a while now. But it never seems to work out.

I don’t want to leave just to have to turn around and come back. Too much on my plate, as my mom used to say.

So, until then, I dream. The mountain air mixed with the melodies of the rambunctious creek, always brings me peace.

in rural fields

a favorite country scene –

grazing horses

Pat

3/5/22

A haibun for Colleens Tanka Tuesday Challenge where the prompt word is :Green. I used Rural, who knew rural was a synonym for green, I didn’t! But I can see it now.🙂

To participate or to read other entries go here

Beliefs – Haibun

There is that little voice in my head. The one I listen to only half the time. When I do listen to it and things turn out half way decent, it creeps me out.

The same voice that gets me thinking about someone only to have the phone ring and it’s them.

That little voice…what if that’s the god within us as some believe? If it is, now I know why I am screwed. Too much cussing under my breath. Plus, all that wondering if God is hard of hearing, or is it just me. That, cannot be a good thing.

the sound a leaf makes

as it falls head over heels –

stays lost in the wind

Pat

2/23/22

Flower of The Day

On my walk a few days ago I saw this on a sidewalk. It looked recent, but it wasn’t. This is an image with deep grooves. It looks like someone had taken the time to do this while the concrete was still wet. Usually, when I see these, it amounts to a stained imprint. This wasn’t that.

there it was

living a life held in time –

a once lively sprig

Pat

1/04/22

August Day

It is early morning and the splash of color in the sky – a gift of sunrise. This second august day is cooler, more breathable than in previous days. It seems that autumn has stuck it’s big toe in.

I know it’s still a bit early for this but images of autumn leaves surfing crisp cool air fill my head. As I pass an especially woodsy area of this park, there is a steady breeze.

This is enough for a pause with outstretched arms, head tilted back and eyes closed, regardless of who is watching.

cool, breezy morning
hosts lively russle of leaves –
hints of autumn

Pat
8/02/21

For dVerse Poets Pub. Stop by here.

Belles

Today, rain clouds was again drawing lines in the sky turning day into night. Eerie takes hold. It was day two of this turbulence. Yesterday it shed the tears I’ve been holding back.

This was fast mirroring my mood. Then the sun broke through.

a first glimpse

of the belles of summer –

fireflies

Pat
6/10/21

Linking to OLN over at dVerse where Lillian is hosting. To see other entries or participate go here

The Moment

It is especially windy today, and a bit cold. It feels like a leftover winter day. The pear tree is up in arms. Limbs are being tossed about and there are blossoms everywhere. They are on the car, the steps, the yard next door, the sidewalk and the short japanese maple. It was weird seeing falling blossoms perch on the maple’s leaves, if only for a moment.

The toddler next door is in his front yard with his grandmother. I pause to watch him from the porch as I wave hello to the grandmother. Why are they even outside on a day like this, I wonder. Cabin fever perhaps.

He is fascinated and is trying to catch blossoms in midair. Of course, he never really catches any. Yet, at the present moment, he is very much in the present and there is fun to be had.

spring wind cuts a path

carpet of pear blossoms with

vanishing footprints..

Pat
4/26/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Frank is hosting and the prompt is… ” the present moment”. To join in or just read go here

Canopy

Taken 4/28/19

I have been trying to find time to visit the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I am particularly interested in seeing what is happening to the cherry tree canopy at the Cherry Esplanade.

Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to. But from what I have been seeing here and there in the neighborhood, cherry blossoms are still in their early stages.

The magnolia tree up the block seems to be farther along.

canopy undressed

blooms still in talks with nature

cherry blossom tales

Pat

4/02/21

For Eugi’s Blog where the prompt is “Canopy”. To see other entries go here

&

For dVersePoets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday. He asks us to write about “cherry Blossoms”.

To see other entries go here.

Hope

On my walk this morning through the neighborhood I came upon this scene. Nestled in the barely there grass, near to the concrete edge of the sidewalk was this hint of purple. Wow! Why are you all alone? I wondered out loud. Yes, I was talking to the flower. I could just imagine what the homeowner was thinking had they witnessed this scene. Fool headed.. they might say.

standing alone
with hope for spring
a crocus flower

Pat
3/10/21

For Ronovan Writes where the prompt words are Fool & Head. And for Cees Flower of The Day challenge. Stop by for more entries here

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head.

FOTD – March 10 – Daffodil

Without Ease

We are suffering through blustery winds right now. Some giving and taking going on between winter and spring. I’m staying out of their way as I listen and watch as they work it out.

achy groans..

marauding winds whip

without ease

Pat
3/02/21

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Ache & Ease. To participate or join in go here.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 347 ACHE and Ease.

&

Tanka Tuesday where it’s Poets Choice week to see more go here

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 215, #POET’SCHOICE