Fog Lifting

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the fog finally lifted
taking with it the
bitter cold and damp
i was even glad to
hear the wind that
whips around the
corner of my house

© Januar 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 #22.

 

Whirligig

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a giant whirligig
with bright color
perches atop the
railing of a porch
standing still
not moving
no wind with which
to make it spin

© 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 #18.

Serenade

last night high winds         wind chimes    
music of wind chimes
tonight stillness so no
music serenade heard
calm before the storm

© January 2013

Renee Espriu

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This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #9.

Clock Tower

old city hall
clock tower stands tall
over the city waiting
as the winds pick up
for another storm soon
approaching even as
time remains frozen

© 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 #8.

Google Image of City of Tacoma

Old City Hall

Tendrils

ivy-trees

ivy winds ’round tree trunks
clinging to tree bark as
though hanging on for life
not even the strongest wind
can sever ties of tendrils

© January 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com. Small Stone #7.

Song of Lilacs

Purple Lilac

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rain comes down in
torrential rivulets
as wind buffets
the house

a reminder that the
smell of lilacs
carried on spring
breezes

will remain a distant
song carrying me
to the other side of
  stormy seas

© December 2012
Renee Espriu

Tiny Decorations

rainy fall day

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month of January i stand
listening to raindrops
hitting the pavement as
i wait for the rail
to arrive…waiting

i see a tree across
the street a smattering
of leaves left
hanging on like tiny
decorations

blown by the wind and
rain i can almost
hear their symphony a
musical awakening
calling my name

© December 2012
Renee Espriu

I am going to try and write something about each month from a site I follow. Lady Nimue has a Months of The Year Writing Prompt that invites those who would like , to write something about each month of the year. You can find information regarding it at http://ladynimue.wordpress.com.  This, or course, is for the month of January. For those of you who have already read the post excuse the change to the correct month.

Personal Harvest

Altered Google Image Fall Leaves

a visual carpet of color
captures my eyes
dances upon my head
surrounding me

thin as tissue paper
albeit tiny veins
like a map of even
smaller proportion

i grab my coat closer
watching my own
personal harvest as
the wind carries them

across city streets
i remember all the
years past when i
shared them with you

© October 2012
Renee Espriu

Yesteryears Gone

wind full of sea salt surrounding
us walking the boardwalk
wooden planks reminiscent of
yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

footsteps lightly falling next
to us, fashions changing
from one piece bathing
suits to ones…barely

while ocean sands remain holding
sunbathers catching rays or
covered beneath large
umbrellas while

children now as then create
sand castles and some
belly surf while others
ride surfboards not
heard of then

we walk on amidst the chatter
of others the breeze
bringing to our ears a
cacophony of thunderous
ocean waves and
laughter

all this caught in a panoramic
moment in time the hourglass
sands swift bringing
from yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

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