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THE SILENT WIND

She is like the wind that has no sound
that leaves no trace or path of where it has been

She is like a shadow left by the sun behind her
that is no more and has disappeared
leaving only darkness in it's wake

she is like the burning embers from a fire
that once burned bright but now only
darkness remains in the silent wind 
and nothing remains

she is like the leaves that tremble  as
they fall, bereft of tears as they are carried
by the wind with no sound into and endless
 void where the silence is complete
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized as Art

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BEGINNINGS IN FOOTSTEPS

Beginnings sounding of arid days with days too many
of sweltering sun, searching for shade, waiting for night
and the coolness setting in softly touching skin in relief

where stepping lightly on asphalt cushioned the burn
until calloused feet screamed less wanting ever only
to walk the sands of beaches and to soak in a saltwater
ocean and close eyes to the brilliance and drift away

to step in life’s millions and millions of footprints
each made with tenuous and anxious anticipation
hands always reaching out trying to touch the future
new beginnings are filled with Nature’s pine and fir

each day more precious than the day before the one
woke up to where quiet is profound in whisperings
and the boughs of trees tremble as the wind touches
each leaf to the tiniest pine needle shouting a presence

that only ever rivals the ocean waves distantly breaking
upon the ocean shores you once trod in the beginning
but never truly the beginning of where those footprints
would lead to another place and new shores not distant

where dreaming in another star filled night only shines
a light on memories old and new that are your life
woven together upon land and sea beginnings

© Reneé Espriu

Photo is My Own Digitized As Art

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The Chestnut Tree

There is a behemoth of a Chestnut tree
now standing alongside my broken road
amidst the passage of time it’s seen it all
never made to fall nor can it be budged

houses built long ago now aged with time
gardens planted and many fences built
between slats of a fence it does not bow
with heavy boughs it’s always stood witness

whilst the wind is causing its’ branches
to bend & sway in rhythmic dances
you can hear the rustling of chestnuts
like tiny instruments softly stirring

waiting for another day another year
to find their freedom is in their falling
each twisting round in another season
to tumble soundlessly to the ground

© August 2021 Renee Espriu

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Faded Color & Brilliance

The horizon is a dismal gray
air polluted with the finest
of ashy particles
blown by the wind
many thousands of miles
from fires on the coast
announcing the arrival
of fire season

momentarily I make a note
as I sit in a friend’s garden
with paints & brushes
ready to create color

my eye is drawn to weathered
metal sculptures that eventually
might appear to fade
into such a sky as now

but when my canvas is complete
it will portray a creature
that can blend & disappear
if it chooses to engage
in such transformative
ventures

but within my brush strokes
I color him brilliant
erasing years of rust
& faded paint

he makes me smile inside & out
so I temporarily forget
the horizon before me
for the air will again clear
& I will move forward
once more

© September 2020 Renee Espriu

The Art Below Is My Own

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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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Bejeweled Prisms

Once again the intrepid wind has abated
a force to be reckoned with in time
as it pummels sturdy houses, tender leaves
nothing safely harbored in its’ wake

but abate it does, glorious it may be
replaced with a bitter cold, crisp dawn
another jewel lit morning scenes
of frosted houses and icy lawns

the grass crunches beneath my feet
held captive in tiny bejeweled prisms
reflecting everything and nothing
that can be seen with the naked eye

but it is amazing to envision all
the possibilities of nature as it
holds  such glittering diamonds
within its’ outstretched hand

even on an inclement day with storms
with unbridled destruction & loss
the aftermath can be beautiful awe
when everything grows is now new

nature is the master of all it surveys
painting over and over again landscapes
it created, to create yet another
landscape within its’ place

IMPOSSIBLY POSSIBLE!
Giving me pause to wonder

© Renee Espriu February 2020

A Public Domain Photo Taken & Created As Art by Myself

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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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A Touch of Wind

There is a light wind pushing
ever so slightly against me
touching my face briefly
before moving on
apropos

caressing as a lover’s
gentle kiss a dahlia’s petals
to the ground to lie
beneath full blooms

soft pastel colored lavender
bright with life’s promise
now faded as though clouds
miniature have settled
at my feet

where once again a lightness
of wind inhales releasing
a puff to calmly
wrap itself

in and around blades of grass
coming to gently rustle
the twigs of the
fragrant mock orange
in passing

the wind coalescing as
tendrilled & ghostly fingers
is ever a breathing
companion to nature

even in a wisp of air
trembling a reed

© August 2019 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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New Impressions

Wide open spaces of endless miles
of fields, farms and tracks of homes

stand in stark contrast to cities
choked with factory smoke stacks
with the polluted exhaust of traffic

that rise up to collectively gather
in visible, relentless chains
of greenhouse gases choking
off life giving

oxygen the memories of a lifetime
of living growing accustomed
to cacophonic decibels
of noise
now silenced

replaced with nature’s music
a symphonic aura of colorful
notes

blue skies redolent of wind &
breezes filled with the green
chattering of crickets

sunsets sweeping the horizon
in pink and purple hues
akin to stringed instruments
playing

where a night is lit dazzling
with lightning and thunder
fire bright yellows and orange
an orchestration of astounding
proportions

there are new impressions
waking all my senses, increasing
my awareness

to add to and multiply memories
creating the complexity
& beauty
of a life

© August 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures