Photo taken from Public Domain Images & Digitally Altered.

new chapter beginning
freedom in change
preempted by ending
© May 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo taken from Public Domain Images & Digitally Altered.

new chapter beginning
freedom in change
preempted by ending
© May 2018 Renee Espriu
To every newborn baby born
to those that overcome
to family diverse and all
for every new sunrise bright
for every moonlit night
the seasons that bring change
mother nature nurturing growth
remains
as seen in fields of flowers
kaleidoscope colors
in seeding fields & in
fields laid fallow
to harvesting and being thankful
for the celebration of life
& living
within each beginning
lies peace
Meta
© October 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/04/lchaim-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally
altered by myself.

Is this the Winter of her discontent as with
Shakespeare the world around might seem one
that is indifferent to her sadness that age
has besieged her but no it is not so harsh
as the icy cold winds and snow harboring
a breath that will not seek to warm her skin
for it has become like the Season of Summer
where the warming rays of the sun stretches wide
to cover the new growth from Spring that offers
new bright green leaves that will be transformed
into variations of darker greens providing shade
to all of nature’s life beneath boughs of trees
who watch as life is born from tiny tadpoles
becoming frogs to the larvae of dragonflies to
a multitude of birds peering from the safety of eggs
to all beginning a journey of grand proportions
where Fall will see a quiet settling in to harvest
and rest amidst the beauty of all that has become
for stepping into the Winter of her life she now sees
her discontent not as a sadness but as one of observing
all that has come before, all that has become who she is
for it is another beginning and one of transformations
that will show her all the brilliance of her colors
enabling doors to naught hidden as opening to reveal
© June 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday writing prompt. Please read more of the other poets’ replies at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/31/in-time-displaced-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitized by myself.

reading books is like seeing
endless stories weaving
words of magic
like light filtered
through glass prisms
creating soft rainbows
on the squares of
maple floor that lie
beneath her bare feet
like shifting paradigms
settling adrift as a
snowy blanket of seeds
from cottonwood trees
in Spring
when the rivers run
swift and high
filled with the melting
of snow from Winter
so it is with mixed feelings
that a story ends
as when leaves die and
drift to the ground
in Autumn
she awaits with anticipation
the beginning
of another story
that will weave
words of magic
again
© July 2013
Renee Espriu