Peeking Flowers

Response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Please visit his site at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/24/haiga-2017-024-30doh-the-color-of-barking. Photo below taken from Morgue File and digitally altered.

Peeking Flowers

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 Heat of August Nights

The longing for warmer weather and sunny days
falls somewhere between Winter rain
and Spring flowers beginning to petal

but it all has given way to a heat so heavy
that it settles upon her August nights
as though weighted a substantial burden

it permeates every living thing and even
insects take refuge long for cooling air
causing the synergy of habitats once again

for the fine line between longing and needing
takes her back to the petals of flowers and green
days with a cool breeze a paramour of the sun

© August 2017 Renee Espriu

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/02/hot-august-nights-and-wednesday-writing-pompt where you can read more from other poets. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered by myself.

August Nights

********Life’s Promise*********

leaves & petals
from spring flowers
lay limp
awash in a
rainwater puddle
amidst cigarette butts
on the railroad tracks

no longer admonished
or even praised
but part of
life’s discarded
no longer
part of life’s promise

© April 2014
Renee Espriu

Image In Part From Morgue File Digitized & Enhanced by Myself

Life's Promise

Crimson Accolades

We bask in the glow of compliments
received, inviting their warmth to
encompass us, their healing needed
comforting as silken threads they
touch skin softly caressing to give
a rush of euphoria until time sends
another to remind us we are worthy

We bask in the glow of compliments
unlike the flower always emitting and
infused with fragrance imbued that
is laden with an omission of crimson
accolades it does not warrant as it
remains endearing onto itself it’s
beauteous intent forever personified

© October 2011 Renee Espriu

Wisdom

                                                                                            Inspecting each tiny flower
                                         Columbine, Dandelions,
                                         Sweet William, Gladiolas
                                         clasping delicate stems
                                         sniffing the fragrance,
                                         eyes closed, concentration
                                         everything, wise at three

                                        © June 2011 Renee Espriu

This bit of prose is due to the inspiration of my grandson, Kade, who at three is at times much wiser than his grandmother.  I love you, Kade. 

Interaction

Rain eclipsing moods somber hesitating
briefly to allow filtered sun to
touch window panes, rooftops
steaming as though hiding a
cooked meal desired until the
smell of baked asphalt drifts by
before the rain drops begin
again lightly, then teeming
unceasing…then as quickly
ceases, the sun allowing a
flower to bloom   

© April 2011 Renee Espriu