always beauty
wildflowers bloom
by the junkyard
lake and sky
same color
Autumn Equinox
one month ends
another begins
evergreen branches
frame night sky
Autumn afternoon
early glow of
streetlights in town
sun spotlights
snowflakes on the window
falling stars
windblown snow
plastered on windows
snow paintings
farmers planting seeds
in many fields . . .
letters become words
sun-warmth
and letting my mind rest
robins teach me their song
morning coffee
with pink clouds
floating in sky
pink lilies on the table
bloom in reply
Credits: poems written for my blogs. Hope you found a favorite and also something new. Blessings, Ellen
Beautiful imagery!
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Dear Sarah, Thank you!
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Thank you Ellen. The first poem is my favorite because it reminds me of a place I have seen. Love the other poems too 🙂 Annie
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Dear Annie, You are welcome, and thanks for your thoughts too.
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Several favorites, but all lovely Ellen. Margie
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Dear Margie, Thank you and hope your day is lovely – towards evening now.
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Libby.
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All lovely, but sun-warmth and robins teaching you their song, and morning coffee with pink clouds are the ones that ‘sing’ to me.
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Dear Gallivanta, Thank you for your thoughts. I just included your link in a comment at Sandra Simpson’s garden blog, a haiku poet and editor from New Zealand. Here’s her link: http://sandrasgardenblog.wordpress.com.
There’s an interview with Sandra in the video archive at The Haiku Foundation, and other poets from New Zealand. These are from a conference in NZ in 2012. Jim Kacian presented and conducted the interviews. That’s how I know of Sandra’s art.
Happy some poems sing to you!
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Thank you Ellen. You have so many lovely connections. Haiku unifies the world.
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Thank-you for being part of my blogging community; I just nominated you for the Liebster Award! Please visit http://savurbks.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/liebster-award/ to learn more.
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You are welcome and thank you very much for this honor. Although I am not able to accept awards, your thoughts mean a lot.
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