The days
Ramble on
Speaking
Nothing
Diverse
Until a
Goldfinch
Visits
Bringing
Color
And a
Glimpse
Of joy
Suddenly
The days
Become
Alive
With hope
Speaking
New life
Will soon
Arrive
Syllabic Verse
Tag: visit
Hailstorm
Spring’s visit was short
She danced with us all day
Til Winter struck back
Haiku
The Bench
I sit here and wait to see
Who will visit me
Maybe a bee
Or leaf fallen from a tree
There is a possiblity
It may be a dignitary
On this bright Spring day
Or a tired child at play
Come what may
Night or day
All are welcome
Not just some
So whether King or Bum
I don’t care where you’re from
If you’re passing by
Please sit and say “Hi”
Skeltonic Verse
Full Cold Moon
Photo was taken on Christmas Eve 2015 in Oregon
News Link: PBS
News Flash!
(clipart from clker.com)
The President Comes to Town! The May 7th News Report—->President Obama’s Portland Visit
The Daily News
(clipart from clker.com)
NaPoWriMo–Day 17–“Social Media Poem”
This was a fun challenge!
For me, it consisted of going through my Facebook and Twitter feeds
and creating a rhyme from some of the things I saw posted. 🙂
The Seasons Play
(graphics added from clker.com)
Upon thinking about this week’s Haiku Horizon Challenge–Week 49–Prompt: Play , the weather inspired me to write this Haiku as it seems Spring is playing around with Winter here in our part of the country. The last few days we have had unseasonably warm weather in Portland, Oregon. The temps have been in the mid sixties and the air has had a springtime feel to it. The higher elevations are receiving even warmer weather! The temps have been 68-70 degrees near Mt. Hood! We know it’s too early for Winter to leave us but it seems Spring is trying to come back early! I am definitely not complaining! 🙂
Haiku Horizons Weekly Prompt: First–Spring’s Arrival
Unwelcome Visitor
Sitting on my deck
Enjoying the view,
of clouds so white and fluffy
and skies of brilliant blue.
Things seem so peaceful,
As far as eye can see,
Until a little spider,
Decides to visit me!
Leona J. Atkinson
06-09-113
June’s Invitation
June’s fourth is calling me to “Come!
Visit before this day is done,
See the beauty created for you,
Smell the flowers, enjoy the sun.”
Yet, indoor tasks are pressing me
To focus on the mundane.
What shall I do? A choice is due,
For this June day will not come again.
Leona J. Atkinson
06-04-13
