***Glistening Bits of Gold***

On a day where time stands still she sees
each quintessential increment of time
like the sun hitting tiny seed pods that
have fallen on the street glistening as
tiny bits of gold sparkling as jewels
that offset the black asphalt street
turning the harsh landscape of tar into
that of a black silken cape waiting
to be garnered by nature’s queen as
she strolls the avenue bending only
momentarily to gaze lovingly at all that
she has made from the beauty of flowers
orange as the poppy to that of the shrubs
close to the ground shading tiny insects
to the majesty of towering evergreens
she becomes entwined in the moment and
she is ensconced and feels content

© May 2017 Renee Espriu

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/24/the-sun-is-in-love-with-me-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Please do visit to read other poets’ response. The photo below is my own.

Orange Poppies

 

 

**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.

snow-late

***The Nature of Meta***

The cityscape is laden with concrete and asphalt
groaning under yesterday’s fast food containers
trying to shrug off the pain of broken bottles
unable to push aside the remnants of plastic

the vacant lots with vacated buildings accrue it
this wasteful epitaph to scientists who discover
ways in laboratories to make our lives easier

but there he is with an unknown name to me
that I see walking along the side of the road
broom and dustpan in hand cleaning again and again
pulling scraps of litter from beneath the shrubs

he is determined that this small stretch he walks
will not be left neglected on his watch even
though his back is bent and age follows him

the shrubs will bloom and the trees leaves unfold
in thanks to this man they are honored to know
and the birdsong will sound as insects visit
knowing he cares and they are loved

© 2016 Renee Espriu

This was first posted on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-3-issue-2-november-2016/page. Please visit there to read more very thoughtful posts.

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

nature-of-metta

***ROWBOAT LEISURE***

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

waiting

rowboat leisure
fall colored trees
cessation of fishing

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

****NEW LIFE WAITING****

The rain comes down
amassing large drops
from the leafy trees
branches an umbrella
above me hovering

The rain comes trailing
rivulets against asphalt
like black swirling
satin ribbons rushing
forth in the darkness

The tree frogs sing
their frog song chorus
penetrating the night
slicing through like
hot candle wax flowing

The rain comes still
as the tree frog sings
as we wait for another
generation to arrive
another life in the world

© October 2015
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File

new baby

***LIKE CHINESE LANTERNS***

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

Image of Chinese Lantern

*******Always Tomorrow*******

the tops of pine trees
push their way
out of the fog
like the stuffing
come loose
from an old pillow

who are you, I ask?

the puppies fur
like fluffy cotton
after her bath
but coarser and dense
the static of cold air
pulling it upright

who are you, I ask?

the pre-spring earth
teaming with life
bring juncos, crows
starlings & chickadees
spilling across the yard
the excitement rising

there is always tomorrow

© January 2014
Renee Espriu

Orange Sunset

Image Taken From Morgue File
by jpkwitter

Painting Fall

Fall Fairy
Google Image

flocks of geese fly by
in V formation
silhouetted against
the evening sky

a lone heron heedless
of their departure
clouds so close
you can almost hear
their wings brush them

as leaves on trees
and shrubs begin to
show a sprinkling
first of color then
gradually spreading
to cover

as though artists
hidden in the guise
of fairies
have used them as
their canvas
to paint the
coming of Fall

© August 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

Silhouettes

sunset winter trees

Google Image

sunset on winter trees
glow pink and orange
silhouettes of a forest
an army waiting for
the coming of spring

© January 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #11.

Whispering Softly

the wind whispers through                   "Whispering Softly"
branches of trees
innuendoes of endless seas

whispering softly
murmuring low
secrets unknown

perhaps there resides implicit
knowledge of us there
bewildered if we really care

whispering softly
murmuring low
secrets unknown                                              “Whispering Softly”

pantomine gestures leafy boughs
quietly holding birds at rest
hatchlings held within a nest

whispering soflty
murmuring low
secrets unknown

the wind whispers through
branches of trees
listening forever endlessly

© July 2012 Renee Espriu