dVerse OLN 331 — Nature Speaks

You gaze, your golden eye fringedwith pine lashes; snow cradle angelsframe your grace in a face of blue. You brush a message of “unknown“across grainy crystal canvas thatanswers a question from the soul. You frost the dancing winter willowas its scraggly yellow hair shimmieswith gratitude; “no limbs lost, thanks.“ Your tacit promise of Spring singsin…

dVerse — Q168 — Winter Tears

Red plume finery cannot deflect; Angel pink dips cannot stem; White sheet bark cannot turn, nor wood smoke drift to gone, today’s cursed canvas of gloom. Its stench cannot be washed off. Ice crystal tears weep in dismay. Until sun sword slices to blue. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says: Write…

dVerse Poetics — In January

Crimson wings cast weak shadows on russet fluffs still standing from once-sunny goldenrod; they clump, the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack. Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces, where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl….

Tanka Tuesday 301 — Chlorophyllic

Primordial, I shimmer green in the sunlight, unarticulated compel. Inhabiting non-existence just moments before, primordial, I shimmer. Corporeally emergent a novice to being, green in the sunlight. Mirrored flip, this to that craving synaesthesia, an unarticulated compel. Cascade form I went to rhymezone for my synonyms and built a list.  From there I created the…

Book Review — “Blue Horses,” by Mary Oliver

I was given this slim volume of poetry as a Christmas gift, and I have to thank my friend, Trish, for her thoughtfulness. Thirty-eight poems, most one-page or less long, feels like a conversation with nature as transmitted by the author. Mary Oliver feels at home there, and she makes me feel ok with being…

#FF — Street Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields As seeds we’re imprisoned from the moment we’re released from our mothers’ branches. Pressed by rough fingers into prepared medium in small plastic squares, our sprouted roots escape through drainage holes to touch our kins’. As seedlings we are shifted to larger squares until mature enough to be burlap-sacked. For…

Sand Plates at Lake Michigan dunes, photo by Cari Draft

My friend and fitness guru, Cari Draft, walked out at P.J. Hoffmaster State Park in Michigan today with her group of adventurous spirits and took this picture.  Nature never ceases to impress and amaze us.  I am also including a greyscale of the image, which I think also looks very nice.