A tiny clay mushroom glazed
And fired to reveal a forager
Apples left for Does, Bucks
Uneaten except for the bees
That swarm
Black crickets chirping
The sound slicing through
The night silence
The lone black and white cat
Flees for a safe refuge
His hunting forgotten
The river current time changes
As the coyotes respond in kind
howling
© Reneé Espriu
Photo is my own digitized as art
The languid Naches River
may seem spiritless or slothful
as it meanders on it’s way from the Yakima River
but as it becomes the Tieton River
with rapids swift and shining like the sparkling
of diamonds in the sun’s reflections
it can become treacherous
to those unbidden
© July 2021 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
See the youth that resides within me
mirrored dark curls framing a woman’s
face who now breathes easier
not often the case when questions curled
like a hazy halo of smokey confusion
within my days and nights
watch me convey knowledge soul filled
now a sign of experiential vibrant color
a glowing gold not in the guise
of youth’s vanity
see my spirit soar within mirrored eyes
clear as mountain spring waters
seeing deep as ocean valleys
thunderous as waterfalls
filling crystal clear rivers running swift
choreographed with a magical dance
of a sprite or fairy or two
© October 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at her site on
https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/11/once-upon-a-time-when-they-were-old-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The image was taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.
she stands & watches
as leaves fall from the trees
letting go; let go
upon the brisk winds
of mother nature’s tide
some still remain
as the tree bows her head
bending from side to side
the rain like tears
drop one upon another
pooling at her feet
sprawling roots
upon the ground
anchoring her down
& in that moment
all that is heard
is the sound of sorrow
freedom unleashed
on a tide akin to a river
of sparkling colors
like Chinese lanterns
floating alight
with dreams within
© November 2, 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself
Google Image
her thoughts take flight
like a flock of birds
their wings unfurled
& rising like a
plume of smoke
only to tumble down
to earth
as though
pierced through
by arrows
so when the rain comes
they are carried swift
crashing
over waterfalls
to be dashed
against boulders
for she longs for calm
that may only come
when they settle
in a pool
of clear water
becoming smooth
as river stones
at rest
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
elemental as fire and ice
my soul within me                               
gives rise to crimson
ashen lithe but strong
to cool as rivers swift
and strong allowing my
Spirit to rise in song
© September 2012 Renee Espriu
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