
What do you see?,
The sun shining bright
Glorious
Flecks of gold,
Streaks of light streaming downward,
Or darkness creeping?
Shadorma

What do you see?,
The sun shining bright
Glorious
Flecks of gold,
Streaks of light streaming downward,
Or darkness creeping?
Shadorma

Promises
Of sunny days
Dissolve as the dark clouds linger.
Each day summer’s warmth is cut short
It seems.
Cinquain
This summer we have not seen many sunny warm days.
The weather has been usually cool and even rainy.
Our fruit and vegetables have been aching for sunshine in order to ripen.
Each day I check the Weather App and smile as it tells me the high will be 80-85 and then as the day progresses my smile fades as the sun stays hidden and the temp doesn’t rise as predicted.
I keep hoping though that one of these days I will see summer arise again!

Enjoying summer in
Lavender adirondacks
Warmth of the sunshine
Seeps through ancient tree’s canopy
Ministering to my soul
Tanka
(Visited the college today to get my books for the Fall semester and decided to take a walk around campus since it was such a nice day. Saw these lavender chairs and had to stop to rest in them.😊)

Roses are abloom
Among fast growing green grass
Baby birds in flight
Sunshine visits us daily
Summer finally arrived!
Tanka
(Celebrating the First Day of Summer!)

Waking to the sound
Of a dove’s soft cooing,
My sleepy eyes delight
At sunshine, and the morning
Sounds of baby birds.
Taste awakening anew,
I touch life boldly
Smelling it’s fragrant winds that
Promise new life again.
Choka
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 25–Prompt: write a poem about a specific season using all five senses

Searching for sunshine
A tiny bud pushes forth
Roses rise again
Haiku
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 21–Off Prompt
I am glad to see my roses springing up and back to life after the hard winter we had. I lost a few plants to the cold weather but my roses all survived and are looking healthy and growing.
Basking in the warmth of her sunshine
I walked awhile with March
Dreaming of hot summer days
Until she led me through a glen
Where winds blew cold
Thru shaded trees
Where Winter
Hid Spring’s
Smile
Nonet
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. —Charles Dickens

The morning
Sunshine woke her
Spring couldnt wait
She conspired
She slipped past winters gate
And visited us
Shadorma

Morning sunshine and
Rainbow afternoon
Nice day with my daughter
Christmas shopping done
Talking with my grand-daughters
Making weekend plans
Festive cookies
Quiet evening
Warm, safe, cozy
Counting my Blessings
Syllabic Verse

When the
Lightening strikes
Rolling thunder threatens
I seek safety in the One who’s
Above
Cinquain