Haiku

Photography, Frozen Fog on Trees

~ 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, Snowman

~ Haiku ~

A white winterland

fresh, clean, all yards look alike,

Snowmen and sledding. ~

 

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Thank you for visiting and stay safe. ~ terre

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons (c)2021

Haiku

Poetry Haiku

~ Haiku ~

Too many gray skies,

even the birds are hiding.

Long, cold, Winter months.

 

Thank you for visiting.  ~ terre

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Poetry ~ Betrayal

Poetry

~ Betrayal ~

The wounded bird soars

                  with a blood-soaked breast.

Swirling,

                 Crashing,

                                                            or … Soaring Higher.

– terre   031117

Thank you for visiting. ~ terre

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Haiku

Wake me up coffee, Haiku

~ Haiku ~

Wake me up coffee.

Jolt, bolt me into the day,

soothe me with your warmth. ~ 

 

Thank you for visiting ~ terre

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons (c)2021

 

Haiku ~ Wasting Time

Haiku ~ Wasting Time

~ Haiku ~ 

Always wasting time,

follow the Yellow Brick Road,

politicians sow. ~

 

Thank you for visiting.  – terre

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Poetry – Voices

Voices, Poetry

~ 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

Thank you for visiting. ~ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons (c)2021

Haiku ~

Poetry, Haiku

~ Haiku ~

Other peoples words,

I heard it through the grapevine.

The music plays on. ~

 

Thank you for visiting. ~ terre

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Poem – In His Beauty

Sunday Reflections

~ 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.

Thank you for visiting. ~ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons

Poetry ~ First Snow

Snow Today

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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