The hazelnut tree
now laden with
seed pods
brings the promise
of nuts to
offer
the blue jay
when
he visits later
this Summer
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
A Small Stone for WOHA at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com
The hazelnut tree
now laden with
seed pods
brings the promise
of nuts to
offer
the blue jay
when
he visits later
this Summer
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
A Small Stone for WOHA at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com
Thinking of you
wondering if there
is sunlight in
heaven to warm you
forever as you
lay sleeping
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Last year my 18yr old cat Oliver went to ‘greener pastures’ as they say and this cat reminds me of him as he loved to lay on his back to sleep.
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Elusive energy like
misbegotten passion
illusive and fleeting
for only a moment
then it is gone
like a faceted stream
of sunlight showing
prisms radiant as
diamonds vanished
as sunlight fades
Elusive energy that
fans out before you
star dust moonbeams
only captured in
dreamless sleep
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Raindrops    
washing
away the
dirt and
grime of
industry
made by
us
cleansed
by
nature
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Small Stone for WOHA at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com
We will make it                            
through as
navigators of days
dimly lit like
a heavy mist
ribboned fog
promising
light at the end of
a tunnel opening
wide telescoping
like the lens of
a camera
filled
dreams dipped in
a satin rainbow
tangible enough
to touch the
softness
sliding upon
skin of shoulders
warmed by sun of
a new day
dawning liquid
like fire that
never burns
quenching a thirst
with glacier waters
without ice
where our spirits
fly free above
all battles
fought
knowing victory is
but a gift a
knowledge of
the heart
life’s journey
only the
path
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
She remembers freedom
like a forest trail
following her
beckoning
tree branches tender
caressing
showing her
heart’s desire as
budding leaves
green but
not with envy
her muse following
not as a shadow
but as one
privy to life’s
secrets
wound ’round about
as vines clinging
to tree trunks
laden but with
no regrets
dancing on fallen
leaves
a gift of her
imagination
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Electric lines carrying        
precious energy now
left lying in the snow
leaving lives without
heat to warm homes
disconnecting work as
our world becomes a
motionless landscape
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
A Small Stone for WOHA at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com