heat-waives
a haiku
how weary she looks
parched, fading, lush to chartreuse
wistful for autumn
~kat
Tag Archives: nature
heat-waives
late summer encounter
late summer encounter
I spied a lovely doe today
she held my gaze, then leapt away
into the brush deep in the hollow
I fought the urge to rush and follow
to think I’m kind would not be safe
we humans are a cruel race
I kept my distance glad to see
her intuition made her flee
run free sweet forest sprite run free
it’s best to fear the likes of me
as hunters plan their autumn sacks
be swift, stay safe, and don’t look back
~kat
wild blackberries
wild blackberries
I don’t mind
being encroached upon
by the invasive species
of these foothills…
blackberry brambles
hug the long driveway
to my house on the hill
bursting with fruit
I don’t mind
that the deer, the squirrels,
the rabbits, chickadees, finches,
cardinals, and wrens will glean
most of this year’s bounty…
I don’t even mind sharing
with bullish, boisterous bluejays
I’ll happily savor my annual
handful of luscious sweets, fingers
stained a lovely shade of purple-blue
how gracious my neighbors are
sweetly serenading me, gracing
me with visits that take my breath
they don’t mind me
trudging noisily along the wood’s edge
rustling them from their burrows
and perches…they don’t mind
being encroached upon by me…
~kat
nature calling
nature calling
how tempted am I to lose myself here
deep, deeper still, hidden from the dawn
“I’ll be back soon,” I lie, “I won’t be long.”
far off the path, no turning back, no fear
deep, deeper still, hidden from the dawn
how tempted am I to lose myself here
~kat
Poetry Form: the Biolet
The Biolet is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines can be in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), or in unmetered lines of random lengths.
autumn rain
autumn rain
I feel it in my bones
hours before the first drop
when the sky floods gray
and heavy, my knees scream
my back aches and my hair
becomes a web of straw clinging
to my head…my thought process
grows sluggish…and I think
the very best I can manage
is a nap, a very long nap
in fact wake me up come spring
when the rain is sweet and cool
not this bone-chilling deluge
that drenches fallen leaves
grinding them into loam
tree limbs overhead stripped bare,
unable to shade the carnage below
oh that it would snow, this season
in between has lost its charm
the letting go, the letting go…
to death…I feel it in my bones
~kat
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