A Loquacious Morning

The morning wakens with a silent hushed breath
wet dew upon the grass leaving in its’ wake
the first dazzling warmth of sun rays
giving life the first inkling to stir

where swallows chirp in bird song loudly
swooping as if lifted by warm breezes
signaling to each other as they
seem to float on invisible air currents

as this new day leaves hesitation behind
heralding change as if a speech is nigh
unable to abate such verbosity
loquacious in eager announcement

to be heard even in a last falling leaf
caught in warmest subtle puffs of air
or the first cherry blossoms bright
as Spring has finally appeared

© March 2019 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Pink Blossoms

 

 

Silver Threads Of Nature

Two photos were taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

Silver Threads

I will leave you the peace in my soul
that will find you in the love of my heart

for I will leave you the memories shared
whether joyous dancing on the stage of life
or sadness fading in the shadows of day

for life has woven me a colorful garment
with silver threads of nature’s wisdom

that has hollowed out a place for you
where warm you will be in the sun’s embrace
followed by the path of a starlit moon

within which voices will sing in stardust
to lull you to sleep at the end of each day

where always you will wake to bird song
within which you will hear my voice true
giving you the peace within my soul
surrounded by the love within my heart

© January 2018 Renee Espriu

Nature’s Symphony

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga.
See more responses at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/haiga-2017-002-30doh-classical-sky. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File
& digitally altered by myself.

Wind Song

Hummingbird Mishap

She had never seen such a tiny bird thus her first introduction to it was one of total surprise. A sunny day as always and she played outside as all that lived there from the roses, bushes and trees were enough to make her happy. If it were up to her she would spend all of her time there for even some insects caused the curiosity in her to grow except, of course, that of spiders. She learned to stay clear of them for she grew up learning that some were not welcome, such as the Black Widow, so therefore she felt it best to leave them be.

It would have been a day like any other, she playing and exploring but it was about to change and cause her wonder she had not known there was. Her father was busy doing what fathers did in a garage and she paid him no mind, really. He, at one point, set the sprinkler to watering the grass and she watched as he did so.

She would remember it always. One minute things were as they always had been of a sun warmed day and the next the fastest creature with wings lay upside down on the concrete patio. She marveled at it and asked what it was. Her father turned and looked down with a smile, walked over and gave the little bird a nudge with his finger. It suddenly flipped itself over and was off faster than a blink of an eye.

Heart beating excitement
a wonder of flight
seeking flower nectar

“It’s a Hummingbird”, he said. “You don’t often see them because they are so fast.” I stood speechless and marveled it had been so close.

© August 2017 Renee Espriu

The art piece below is one I finished to go with this story. I used acrylics, watercolor and something to increase the life of the acrylics so they wouldn’t dry quite as fast while I worked. It is done on canvas. Lately I am feeling rather like a chemist with my paints but enjoying the process.

Marvel of Flight

 

 

***The Breath of Spirit***

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth

when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit

the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels

where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

spirit

***Autumn and Art Deco****

Autumn leaves on a tree
imitate feathers on a bird
briefly burnished
orange and brown
before lightly drifting
one by one to the ground

an art deco lamp light
shining brightly
beneath a front porch roof
is keeping good company
with the wind chimes
whose notes do lightly soothe

© October 2014
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Autumn

*****To Welcome Morn*****

when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt

once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn

© April 2014
Renee Espriu

Image From Morgue File

Misty Morning

Distant Rumbling

Image by Illustrator John Howe

riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling

with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping

bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests

brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear

watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?

could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe

her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.

Writer’s Repose

Thoughts flow like
vines grasping the
base of an abandoned
pedestal the ornateness
of which is covered
with only mossy lichens
on a bowl with contents
emptied and dust filled
no longer a bath for
tiny sparrows that have
taken flight their
chirping bird song now
a distant memory in
the wind that stirs the
breeze to send leaves
fluttering in the old
deserted graveyard
where long lost writers
have taken their repose

© November 2011 Renee Espriu