Haiku ~
Enter December,
A time of laughter and mirth,
Christmas tide and cheer. ~
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~Haiku~
Time waits for no one,
clouds billow against the sky.
Gather while ye may. ~
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Poetry ~
~ Finding the Right Words ~
Uplifting and bright, today starts early
a new slate waits for the story.
Mine today, these hours to come no more.
Time to start but not to hurry.
Some eyes stare at the glass half empty,
though it is half full sparkling and bright
a new day simply to bleed, sweat, and write,
a long day creeping into the deep of night.
Pages written or not is the writer’s plight.
Either way fret not, or have a glass of wine,
tomorrow is a new day bringing yet another night.
~ terre
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Haiku ~
Full moon, blood moon, glows.
Blue moon, old man in the moon.
At last, the Hunter’s Moon. ~
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Aspens straight and tall,
Raining brightly golden leaves,
Grand Beauties of Fall.
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Crisp cooler breezes,
a sense that Autumn is near,
colored hues emerge.
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Ecosystem
Drifting through the salt marsh
bending the tall grasses
in a sea of green.
Egrets keeping a wary eye
notice my passing by.
Smelling the warm pluff mud
under the sweating sun,
under a broad blue sky
life carries on.
~ terre
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Riots in the streets,
Stay away from the windows.
Lay down, sleep in peace. ~
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Gathering pollen,
buzzing bee’s searching, busy.
Blossoms stand waiting. ~
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The Writers Life: Words
Finding the Right Words
Uplifting and bright
today starts early
a new slate for the story.
Mine today,
these hours to come no more.
Some eyes stare at the glass half empty,
but it is half full sparkling and bright,
quenching the writer’s thirst,
the long day creeping into the deep of night.
Pages written or not
is the writer’s plight.
Either way fret not,
for tomorrow is another day
bringing yet another night.
~ terre
c2020