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

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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.

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

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

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

Singing Rounds

Longing for a reprieve, I went for a walk amid piles of snow today. We got about two feet a couple days ago. I wasn’t the only one out though. The neighborhood stray cats were on the prowl again, nothing stops them.

With reduced human movement, birds in snow covered bushes are singing rounds.

through mid morning air

a chorus of lively tweets –

songs of early spring

Pat

2/04/21

For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleens where it is the Poets choice this week.

Tag

Most people I know have been wondering, “what is up with her and all that walking?”

It started this past May when I decided to start walking off my growing quarantined butt, and it seems to be sticking.

But what they don’t know is.. it’s the little gifts I am party to along the way…

falling leaves

pelted by raindrops –

game of tag

Pat R

11/11/20