Wind – Page 2

October 3, 2018

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

My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art

Window

August 17, 2018

Art Mercurial

reminiscent of an Ansel Adams photograph
the waves of the Pacific break
against the sandy shores

layers upon layers of ruffles
stitched with foamy lace

an imitation of art mercurial
each white foamy layer
a year in the life

a depiction steeped in feelings
of all that is perpetual
as if years will continue
ad infinitum

youth and memory captured and held
within the taste
within the smell
of sea salt

until another wave crashes
wind driven upon
the shore

wiping clean the slate like sand
without even a touch
you simply
let
go

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Re-Imagined

Foamy Lace

Another visit to a place I will always love but is forever changed in many ways. I have left there knowing that change is imminent and this year finds me swept away within its’ embrace. What places are and will forever be held in your heart even though you call another place home? For me it is California.

July 4, 2018

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

April 29, 2018

Touched by a Breeze

Life has been in constant flux these past months. Thank you to all who have patiently waited to see me once again. The photo below taken from Public Domain Pictures with added creativity on my part.

Change

years are diminished by a miasma
of hazy thoughts and feelings
swept along by the wind
settling for no reason
inside your mind
inside your heart

like a detective in quest
of answers you review the matter
time and again peeling back layers
trying in vain to reach the core
only to find
it empty

only it is your inability to see
a clouded vision of debris
a continuum of detritus
collecting quietly
disguised in comfort
congealing
at your feet

but as the wind becomes a breeze
it beckons you to come
to engage in your life
in living
to become
who you are

January 2, 2018

The Moon Waxing Gibbous

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

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

May everyone have a Peace filled 2018.

September 29, 2017

Wind as Catalyst

In response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/haiga-2017-028-30doh-sky-bird.
Photo below taken from Morgue File and digitally altered.

Leafy Flight

September 8, 2017

Waiting For A Breeze

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30DOH/Days of Haiga. Please visit at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/haiga-2017-006-30doh-morning-coolness. My photo taken and digitally altered below.

Horse Carousel

September 3, 2017

Nature’s Symphony

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga.
See more responses at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/haiga-2017-002-30doh-classical-sky. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File
& digitally altered by myself.

Wind Song

July 14, 2017

Surviving The Elements

Today will be a better day and the day after that and the day after tomorrow. She had taken her time building this home for her offspring and it would not fail. The wind had taken the previous home and shaken it so that nothing was left…or nearly nothing. Her little ones had not survived.

But her she is inspecting each piece of wood that is put into place and it is more secure. For even though there might be wind it will not be put asunder. I am young, she thinks, and her offspring will survive. In fact, she hears them now, as she is headed for home. They seem to always know when she is coming. They are so noisy and make such a raucous! But she is happy to hear it. When she gets there she counts heads and yes, there are still three and they are still just as hungry as ever. Today is a success!

Twigs woven nest
fluffy hatchlings
wide mouths open

I have baby robins outside my apartment that can be seen in a hedge on the other side of my deck. The first nest mother robin made was in a Mountain Ash tree and when the wind blew she lost all her eggs. That was the front side of the apartment and the tree is small and not the best place for a nest. Hopefully, this time, she will have better luck. I can see at least three heads peek up waiting to be fed and have seen mother robin be there without fail. We will see.

I created a piece of art using watercolor, acrylics and watercolor pencil for the baby robins.

Baby Robins (2)