He did not know what he was doing. His brain was addled from the long winter - there was no more food in his part of the woods His coat was getting dull It was a matter of survival - stealing into the orchard to nibble at the blueberry buds just before the sun peeked in the horizon. He was careful to stay hidden behind the trunk of the big mulberry; He had already made the owner quite angry by his intrusions. He was going to run across the mounds of snow just as he used to but he was so hungry so hungry he had to eat and eat as much as he could eat. he did not hear the house door creak or the shotgun's squeak he did not heed his sprinting herd but he did feel the kiss of lethal steel. ~~~~~~ For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.
My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give - My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme My beauty lasts but a short time Before rains make my death knells chime I hope I lived my cause to live My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give. ~~~~ For dVerse's POetics: From Nature's Point of View
The hour of darkness has passed.
Here I stand, bruised and shaken
but whole. I have remained true
to who I am, even when
the temptation to give up
was most strong. I have not done
great things. I have not changed this
world. My glory is passing down
the life I have been given.
Sundrenched mornings open the day sprinkling diamonds on sleepy grass as mist lifts and then dissipates puffing the clouds dotting azure skies. Sparrows twitter up on the trees, glossy feathers waving in the wind their bellies filled with early worms once working on the warming ground. Silken threads swing from budding twigs luminous in the spreading light bearing caterpillars searching for some tender leafy delight. Shadows recede and colors blur as busy folks rush through the day but the ancient trees stand their ground to weave lace with their bursting buds. For DVerse's Meeting the Bar, Bjorn wants folks to write a poem inspired by impressionism. I do not know if I cleared the bar, but it was sure fun thinking of spring. :-)
It was as if horses
were pounding on the roof
the way the rains fell.
They flattened the grass
muddied the fields
broke tender shoots.
Soon the gray clouds were spent
sunlight broke through
and colors spilled across the skies.
The earth stood still.