As I look out the back door just before the sun goes to sleep,
When all is quiet, I look out and I imagine a forest thickly deep,
It becomes much more than a few trees and bushes of blackberry,
In imagination’s magic, I enjoy a gentle evening breeze, light and airy.
This was taken a year ago. The big 1, Mia started barking at a squirrel This made the little dog Mela, along with Isis, scurry over to watch the intruder – the poor squirrel! RIP my Mia.(2009 – 2019) .
In response to:
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #283 Placid & Wild
Like active children, streams run,
Wild in storms, so fun.
Yet placid in summer days.
Streams run quiet like the bays.
Or roar like ocean seas – BIG waves,
Both God’s handiwork.
Ode to Cold 2016
Bright and sunny though it may be,
Winter’s here – it is clear to see.
The sun lies; it’s not warm in the least
Temperature is not fit for man or beast.
It threatens to snow
As the northern wind blows,
Oh no, here comes a blizzard
I’m COLD right down to the gizzard!
It is not very cold in 2019 so far!
Snow has yet to make a real mark.
Is this but the calm before the storm?
Before the cold arrives and takes its true form.
Or will it be a winter gentle and mild?
Similar to that of a newborn baby child.
My contribution to Comedy Plus Happy Tuesday
Aw, please people, I must get my beauty sleep! Shut off the lights!
I’ve had to look UP due to big changes this year
Because of my girl, she took away my fear.
She gave me a great gift – a forever place.
unexpected gift, a Spring garden space.