a sliver of moon beam light
descends upon my path
edged in silver garnered
casting shadows long upon
the grass from trees & i see
it translates from this place
to yours’ a thousand miles
a tryst measured in moments
when i will see you once again
on the other side of time & smile
© January 2014
Renee Espriu
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while the crescent moon
is high in the sky
somewhere between
dawn & midnight
I feel an angel
pass by this way
when the dampness of dew
is held softly on grass
looking much like tears
shed in sadness cast
I feel an angel
pass by this way
my mind wraps ’round
old sayings & things
‘when you hear a bell
an angel gets their wings’
I feel an angel
pass by this way
when I smell the scent
of a forgotten perfume
or fragrant flowers
within my room
I feel an angel
pass by this way
though scripted not
in the time after passing
& the harshness
of the hour has gone
never lasting
I feel an angel
pass by this way
now of spiritual grace
they fill the space
so unforgiving
once void of all
that was
theirs’ in living
I feel an angel
pass by this way
© October 2013
Renee Espriu
quintessential rhythms of life
pull at her like unforseen
threads tight and strong
like the chubby tiny fingers
connected to grasping arms
of all the children in her
past, present and future
calling her name as tears
were shed or laughter came
as words calmed their fears
quintessential rhythms of life
like breathing out and in
waking with each sun streaked
sky to watch patient each day
for the moon that will rise
to bring sleep’s calm sway
hoping that energy comes alive
as she wakes again dreaming
of bits and pieces of life
a reel on a camera fast forward
traveling at the speed of light
each year pages flipped in a
book the story not finished but
look and be quick as six decades
creep silent a tendriled vine
quintessential rhythms of life
© August 2012 Renee Espriu
Some people have grief over reaching age 30, 40 or even 50. Those were easy for me but this year is a milestone 60 years fast approaching and it is my turn to feel as though life has gone way too fast. Writing always helps.
Harvest moon in Spring
 desire reminiscent
 crops golden bounty
© March 2012
Renee Espriu
A globe of light filling the
night sky casting night
shadows on fallow fields
silhouetted trees standing
silent only gently swaying
as a slight breeze passes
by beneath the Harvest moon
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
Do you see her plump round belly
as she preens in silent rapture
Do you detect how important for
her to make an ultimate capture
She is making ready her silken
lair for many more to join her
She is hoping to feed them all
when an insect is dinner fanfare
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
She waits for all her little ones
bitty spiders to be coming soon
She waits to feed them dinner fare
beneath the night-light moon
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
This is my first piece on my site that will hopefully entertain children. I had thought to make a separate place for children’s pieces but not sure how I might do that yet. I use to write years ago for my children and those pieces are gone. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
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