In response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Read more at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/haiga-2017-030-30doh-beach-child-e30doh. Photo below taken from Morgue File and digitally altered.
**Visages of Winter***
The visages of winter are still
creeping tenaciously
rising and raging
from wherever the cold
chills us to the bone
promises of warmer weather
tried to intercede
as the heather blooms
showing lavender color
but perhaps with hasty budding
the trees quietly trespassed
longing for leafy foliage
for warmth of boughs
for overnight in the darkness
the snow began falling
blanketing in white a
glistening panorama
winter refusing to leave softly
even in the softness of white
seemed to be shouting loudly
i won’t leave without
a fight
© February 2017 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken by my daughter in Puyallup, Washingon and digitized by myself. This was one of the harder hit during this late Winter storm.
Where Shadows No Longer Reside
fog settles in like an old friend
like a shoe well worn..comfortable
like a thick moist, milky grey blanket
covering everything in chilly dampness
the tug boats push slowly forward
trying to slice open a path
using their lights as knives
moving painstakingly
the mist begrudging them passage
the tugs speak to each other
in the octaves that suit their size
letting go their horns loudly
a higher pitched trumpet
a lower pitched bassoon
the night presents itself
like the backdrop on a grand stage
inky black velvet deep and dark
where shadows no longer reside
as the dense thickness of fog
gives way to no purchase
to any living being pulled in
by its’ unseeing arms and hands
or any inanimate object
as here only sound transcends
© January 2015
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
Yellow Gold
Google Image
daffodils are blooming
blankets of yellow gold
waves covering fields
Spring has arrived
in brilliant fashion
© April 2013
Renee Espriu
Every year here we have a Daffodil Festival and parade. I have some in a vase in the living room so thought to show you what a field of them looks like here in Washington.
Bejeweled
sun beating through a                
blanket of thick fog
of which tiny droplets
glisten brightly a
bejeweled winter day
© January 2013
Renee Espriu
                                       Google Image Taken From photocase.com
This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com. This is Small Stone #2.
#15 Small Stone: Winter Blanket
Snow falling                 
fluffy flakes
drifting
down to quietly
create a
winter blanket
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Small Stone for WOHA at
http://writingourwayhome.ning.com
Blanket of Fog
Tiny droplets
condensed moisture
hanging thickly
atop houses
trees, gardens
enveloping all life
a chilling mantle
buffer against
all sensation alas
only the sound is
heard of heartbeats
soft breathing
hushed ‘neath warm
cozy blankets
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
For-Get-Me-Nots
For-Get-Me-Nots grown in my mind
twisting amongst stems and leaves
where thus she planted them
flowers forever are blooming
For-Get-Me-Not seeds lie deep
within my memory of lives woven
fast as the thread of all blankets
wrapped ’round for all eternity
For-Get-Me-Not petals whispering
in my ear..forget me not…forget
me not…please forget me not as
I recall and wipe away a tear
For-Get-Me-Nots within my heart
I listen content to the soft
promises I once so easily made
I will forever not once forget
                                      © August 2011 Renee Espriu
Just a couple of years before my mother died she sent a Birthday Card,  as she had done every year for all of my life, but within held a packet of seeds…For-Get-Me-Nots. In her own way she knew her time was growing short and it was her way of asking me indirectly what she could not ask me. I found a new site that has this name and it brought this to my mind. This is for mom.
reneejustturtleflight.com 