~ Haiku ~
Frozen fog on trees,
crept softly into the night.
Caught in morning light. ~
Thank you for visiting. ~ terre
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Haiku
~ Haiku ~
A white winterland
fresh, clean, all yards look alike,
Snowmen and sledding. ~
02-16-21 tch
Thank you for visiting and stay safe. ~ terre
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Haiku
~ Haiku ~
Too many gray skies,
even the birds are hiding.
Long, cold, Winter months.
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Poetry ~ Betrayal
~ Betrayal ~
The wounded bird soars
with a blood-soaked breast.
Swirling,
Crashing,
or … Soaring Higher.
– terre 031117
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Haiku
~ Haiku ~
Wake me up coffee.
Jolt, bolt me into the day,
soothe me with your warmth. ~
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Haiku ~ Wasting Time
~ Haiku ~
Always wasting time,
follow the Yellow Brick Road,
politicians sow. ~
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Poetry – Voices
~ Voices ~
Voices in the night,
voices calm
or fright.
Voices caustic,
toxic,
loving,
or caring.
Voices in the daylight,
in the coffee shop,
amongst the traffic.
Voices in the day
or night.
Voices that fight,
to conquer,
all that is silent.
~ terre
031117
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Haiku ~
~ Haiku ~
Other peoples words,
I heard it through the grapevine.
The music plays on. ~
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Poem – In His Beauty
~ In His Beauty ~
What am I to the Lord –
He that has provided for
every wildflower of the earth?
I am like that wildflower
that springs from the rocky cliff.
He sends nourishment for it
to open and lift its face towards him.
It grows and flourishes till it has spread
over the face of the barren cliff.
He sends the rains so it can live.
If he did that for a wildflower–,
What did he do for me?
He gives me his word, so I can believe.
He lets me feel his spirit
and I know that he loves me.
He will guide me and let me find truth—
for in that truth—He died for me.
As he loves the smallest wildflower
that seems to grow from neglect—
The Lord also loves me.
~ first published by Terre, July 7, 1989. ©1989.
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Poetry ~ First Snow
First Snow
Gentle rain turning
to soft downy flakes,
each intricate and unique.
Sounds of the world
muted in the deep.
Solitude calling us
to slow down,
memories we keep.
Soft downy flakes
turning all to white,
except the dark bark of the trees,
standing sentries
along the steep banks
of the creek. ~
~ Thank you for visiting today. ~ terre
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