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Pressed Leaves In Time

 

Leaves pressed along and upon the road

rain soaked to become part of the landscape

pressed as though escaping from the pages

of a book long forgotten but still intrinsic

 

to a life lived, a day spent, a moment laden

in a time shared, a smile revealed still seen

in the mind’s eye with each passing year

to be held close in each raindrop that falls

 

leaves pressed not by human hand’s folly

but the unleashed presence of nature

pressed down by passing cars and in time

imprints of feet beneath a crunch of tires

 

pressed down but not between the pages

of sentimentality to be treasured in time

for with time these leaves will fade away

once part of life and will be once again

 

they are now integral to our landscape

sleeping a long awaited death in dying

a pause to give life a continuing cycle

time to breathe & wait for color again

 

while lone sentinel ferns see in silence

once a vibrant green they hold dying leaves

now a weathered color of red-orange rust

fronds curled in sadness under gray skies

 

knows their life is a reflection of leaves

pressed down in the road and the ground

it breathes a sigh unheard but for the wind

knowing in Spring life will come & find them

 

© November 2021 Renee Espriu

My Photo Transformed

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Snow White in February

The Winter storm has abated
leaving behind feet of snow in places
rain falling now like bits of ice
not penetrating enough to cause
much needed melt

yet the tiny nuthatches and sparrows
are not minding as they leave
tiny footprints across snowy white
landscape

where some blades of green grass show
left from snow shovels pushed forward
to leave room for small canines
who might disappear from view

yet melt increases in equal measure
with the depth of snow left deep
flood watch will soon ensue
whilst rivers rise as Nature’s
gateway to the sea

© February 2021 Renee Espriu

Photo Below Taken by Myself

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A Dance of Trees and Bossa Nova

The clouds black in the distance
with patches of blue sky mingled in
as the clouds migrate close overhead

big fat drops of rain are resounding
everywhere they are hitting
with a big plop, a splat, being replaced
with millions more in their place

as I listen to the gentle, smooth refrain
of jazz and bossa nova I watch intently
trees in the distance are seemingly
swaying to and fro, branches lithe
leaves tremble as though listening

when it is the wind of nature’s breath
that propels them in their dancing
gives them the moves of the bossa nova
the rhythm of life as if speaking to me

what a glorious day to just be alive
to absorb your sounds of music playing
as we flutter to the peaceful strains
in synchronous harmony with the wind

© June 2020 Renee Espriu

The Image Below Is My Photo Created As Art

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Nature’s Deluge Radiant

A storm shattered the quiet of the night
the calm still air broken by gusts of wind
bringing a deluge of rain in beating
against the house to run in sheets
down the window panes

but the morning breaks and with it
sun shining,, patches of blue sky
the remains of puffy white clouds

the storm merely a harbinger
of good things to come
bringing change in its’ wake

for change is the herald, the messenger
of hope and of promise radiant
in showing that in each new day
there will always lie the beginnings
of new things

as rays of sun light the paths well tread
there will be another cross roads
down which a new path will be taken
and life will move forward
once again

© April 2020 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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Doves Silent On The Wing

The wind has calmed today
its’ assault upon the land

driven not as yesterday
rain still is falling down

the rivers will still rise
but will abate with time

no doves were on the wing
drifting down so silently

but doves have now returned
to softly settle on the ground

from the corner of my eye
grey, white feathers falling

© December 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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The Chrysalis

The day opens in darkness
clouds and rain the
only companions…still

the lightness of morning
cannot be turned away

through the smattering
of untold numbers
of raindrops
on my window

I see it coming

much like the chrysalis
that holds the butterfly
safe and secure

or is its’ beauty and freedom
and a need to ‘be’
trapped

is the chrysalis its’ prison
will it wake to the
darkness of day

or will it see light
seeping through

as it touches the raindrops
in its’ path
leaving them in its’ wake
as it breaks free

I see it coming

the butterfly will become aware
as the chrysalis
falls away

like the light that filters through
drying the raindrops
on the window

so the butterfly’s wings
will dry and spread

then the butterfly will finally
take flight
will be free

I see it coming

© October Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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Second Story Longing

Life beside a warp of cement
tucked into rain soaked ground
whilst seeing grass close enough
to touch thru an open window

is not for the faint of heart
nor a feint move made in earnest
to deceive or hide

for I miss second story windows
open to light and breeze
a view of a well traversed bridge
seen as a ribbon slightly
in the distance

with wavy colors of green slicing
thru deepest aegean blue
waters as beneath they flow

as wind tunnel force winds
creating frothy waves
upon its’ surface
create lapping at
sandy rocky shores

I imagine myself there
in the sun

© October 2018 Renee Espriu

My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art

Window

 

 

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The Usher

Photo taken from Public Domain Pictures & Artistically Altered.

Jinn of Wind

The wind bears no animosity
nor is it fickle
inherently

as appearances
are always in flux

though transformative it will be
ushering in both life
and death

for the Anemoi brings forth
all seasons
in turn

where one day the breadth of it
blows clear the darkest clouds

emanating life giving sun
sweet scented
flowers
erupting

the next morn could bring
a stillness of breath
pollution a miasma
of death

yet still always ushering in
tempests and squalls
a familiar to rain

leaving a swath of destruction
to change yet again
with the softest
of breezes

that seem to settle within
touching, reflecting
life’s gentle
rhythm

Anemoi the gods of wind
are the ushers of change
a transformative
jinn

© July 2018 Renee Espriu

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The Moon Waxing Gibbous

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Digitally Altered by Myself.

First Moon 2018

The moon waxing gibbous yet still
slicing a swath of brilliant light
as a star cloaked in clouds of grey
heralds in another new year

while fallen leaves rain-soaked
leave paths of design wind-blown
on still another cold winter night

speaking in cursory tones of apathy
clothed in ice or frosty breath
billowing as tiny puffs of clouds
as revelers send fireworks skyward

each past year is now a footprint
knowing garnered as grains of sand
stitched into the living fabric

of each life taking every step
along an ocean bathed
in luminous moonlight

as unique as the night sky filled
with a moon waxing gibbous

© December 2017 Renee Espriu

May everyone have a Peace filled 2018.