Posted in Haiku

Sounds

Songbird, Western Meadowlark singing, original art created by Leona J Atkinson 2020
“Oregon’s Songbird” Western Meadowlark, Oregon’s state bird, art created by Leona J. Atkinson 2020

Some sounds delight

Some sounds are soothing

Birdsong awakens

Haiku

I was thinking about sounds this evening and how they affect our lives. Some annoy, interrupt, cause alarm or tears.

Others sooth, delight, cheer or bring laughter.

I wonder how many of us are conscious of the sounds we emit each day and how they might affect others around us.

Something to think about…

Posted in Haiku

Spring Sights, Sounds and Smells

Yellow Daffodil

Green shoots popping up,

Patches of yellow abound,

Spring has come again!

Haiku

I felt like Chicken Little today as everywhere I went I kept saying “ Spring is here! Spring is here!”

It may not say Spring yet on the calendar but it was very present all around my area today.

I was seeing patches of yellow daffodils in my neighbors yards and green shoots of more to come soon, hearing birds singing and lawnmowers humming, smelling fresh cut grass and enjoying the bright sunshine! What a delightful change from the damp, dark, cold days of winter!

Yes, Spring weather is here and I am enjoying every moment of it!

Posted in Scripture, Tanka

Swift To Listen

“Listening Ear” Art by ©️LeonasDesigns 2020
“Listening Ear” Art by ©️LeonasDesigns 2020

Floating in the air

So many sounds surrounding

The Listening Ears

Swiftly capture each word

To bring them into the heart

Tanka

We have been created with two ears and one mouth, therefore,

“…be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:” James 1:19 KJV

Posted in Double Butterfly Cinquain, September 2019

Simultaneous Sights and Sounds

Sunset

Last night

The sun painted

The western sky orange red,

While fingers plucked harp strings

Inside.

Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,

Drowning out the darkness

Of reality

Outside.

A home

Just blocks away,

While my ears heard sweet words,

Others were being torn apart

Inside,

As the blackness of a cold heart,

Unleased its bitterness,

Drowning a soul

In tears.

Double Butterfly Cinquain

Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Our Old House 1959
Our Old House 1959

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse