Cold air pushed out
Melting snow turns to puddles
Fall tells Winter “Leave!”
Issues a reminder notice
“Winter begins December 21st”
Tanka
Tag: weather
Stone Cold
Bitter cold wind blows
Snow covers frozen tundra
Winter comes early
Haiku
First Snow
December’s snowfall
Picture perfect postcard
God sent me today
Flurry of tiny miracles
Beautiful to gaze at
Tanka
Winter’s Visit
Cold December morn
Watching rain turn into snow
Feeling safe inside
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge. Week#146. Prompt:Safe
The Rains Return
There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
And many people think it’s grand
There are gloomy skies in Portland
In pouring rain some love to stand
And their love for rain doesn’t lack
There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
Triolet
(I was thinking of my grandson Dylan when I wrote this poem. He loves the rain so very much)
In Summer’s Wake
Sunshine still streams
Bringing Summerlike weather
On the 1st day of Autumn
Yet, a leaf falls on the path
As if to say Summer’s gone
Tanka
Tug O War
Abit chilly
Summer’s second day
Spring and Summer
Facing off
Summer declares her rights
And the sun returns
Shadorma
Persistent Visitor
Incessently it beats
Loud upon my windowpane
My mind wants it not
Earnestly my ears try to ignore
Yet persistant is the rain
Tanka
Unusual Weather
Heat wave!
Culprit is found!
Spring disquised as Summer
Causes rising temperatures!
Exposed!
She flees,
Goes into hiding for a time.
Then, temps begin to fall
As she returns,
To cool.
Butterfly Cinquin
The Tree
“The Tree” was a beautiful addition to my daughter’s yard. In the springtime it was full of beautiful pink flowers, in the summer it provided welcome shade from the hot sun, and it’s big branch held a swing for the kids. But…over the years, with all the Oregon rain, it began to bend and break, it’s roots just couldn’t hold on any longer and finally last winter during a bad storm it fell. Now, all that is left of it is pictures, a sweet memory, firewood and it’s stump, where one green shoot is now growing up, perhaps to be it’s replacement.
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 