Day by day the same
Routine is like clockwork
Until suddenly came
A fresh wind blowing blessings
Ordinary was no more
Tanka
Tag: change
Sleep Walking
An hour flew away
Walking with time last night.
As we sprung forward,
Sixty minutes vanished,
Erased by daylight’s hand.
Tanka
(Daylight Savings Time begins today)
Another Change
Tonight
Another change
Time falls back an hour
Tomorrow will seem different
Again
Cinquain
Life Change
This season of life
Turning over a new leaf
Old habits falling
Haiku
Sign of the Season
Once again the leaves beneath my feet
Remind me of Summer’s recent passing
Some dressed in fall colors
Freshly fallen over night
Not yet devoid of life
Speak of coming days
Full of crisp air
Bringing change
To me and
Them
Reverse Etheree
Yesterday and Today
Though no gardener tends
Even among the thistles
Your beauty shines
Just yesterday the white fence, posing as a trellis, was adorned with wild red roses, which it wore proudly as if poised for a June wedding.
Just yesterday, the white fence patiently waited for a bride to enhance the heady fragrance it wore or perhaps even a June graduate wearing a bright smile under a capped gown to stand tall amid the picturesque scene it and the rose had created.
Never mind, the thistles below nor the high grasses that threatened, its beauty far outweighed them.
The fence was secure, serenely dreaming, enjoying the surrounding beauty of nature.
The Gardener across the way agreed and admired from afar as a wandering Photographer stopped to capture the meeting of color embracing white. Just yesterday this little corner of the world was harmoniously picture perfect.
Today, in the heat of a June afternoon, an angry, overworked young husband, stress weighing heavily upon his shoulders, took up the task of weekend lawn warrior.
In haste to complete his “honey-do” list before the nightly news he changes his little corner of the world with just a pair of clippers and a lawnmower.
The white fence now stands naked among the short grass. rose petals ebbing where thistles grew. The Gardener across the way weeps and wishes for yesterday.
Rose petals ebb
The white fence stands naked
A Gardener weeps
Haibun
At Midnight
March left me last night,
while I was sleeping,
And out of sight,
She went creeping
right out the door
and April slipped in
With a silly Fool’s Grin
To prank me once more
Rhyme
In a Lonely Place?
Looking for a helping hand?
Drifted upon sinking sand?
God does see that place you’re in,
He’ll strenghten you so you can stand.
Just reach out, take His hand,
He’ll lead you from sinking sand,
To a place far from chagrin,
Life with Him can be grand!
So if life’s not all you planned,
Dead like driftwood on sand,
Look up, invite God in,
And let Him be your helping hand.
Rubaiyat
Winds of Change
Winds of change
Blowing around us
Rearranging
Uprooting
Replacing old things with new
Wafting, swirling, winds
Shadorma
Positivity
Winds of change blow
Trying to chase blues away
Clouds flood the blue sky
Changing it to white and bright
Often change is good
Things take on a better hue
So if life looks blue
Rise up, try to make a change
Color your world, make it new
Choka
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 