They’re wondering about the shine out there
Mourning the fall on this frosty morning
Bare gray branches are more than they can bear
Warning us winter came without warning
No other season questions what you know
Wait while dormant branches support snow’s weight
So strong as below acorns gray squirrels sow
Ate one, shared one, then buried the next eight
I know winter’s magic astounds the eye
Piece of the woods covered in snow brings peace
Sky blue birds migrate past in the blue sky
Geese in their way in the v-shape of geese
Right now’s so stunning makes me want to write
Site’s so lovely it really is a site
(A Shadow Sonnet)
Like the pine needles
Quieting every footstep
On the asphalt path
A long walk outside
Quiets the noise in my mind
In only moments
Buffer the sounds of the road
The park is peaceful
Gone from the office
Far from the water cooler
And daily grumbles
A needed lunchtime escape
Prepared for the afternoon
(A Haiku Sonnet)
Nice try katydid but you are no leaf
Stick in cold pause in the October dawn
In slow motion until the cool is gone
Soaking in the sun’s rays for some relief
Up in the boughs you may never be seen
Down on the bark you’re the only thing green
This time of year the cool morning is brief
As sun steals the chill like a sly thief
You’re a target here now so green on the bark
Sure you were safe but it’s no longer dark
As the day brightens it’s nature’s belief
It’s time to conclude your chirps and your trills
Ending the night of adventures and thrills
‘Til dark katydid, go hide on a leaf
(A Mabini Sonnet)
This scene is like something I’ve seen
Just look there’s a hare under there
And a tree with Medusa Hair
A sapphire diamond sky gleams
Soil layers serpentine
Giant blooms sent high in the air
Amazing life when roots aren’t there
It’s nature but there’s no green
Is that a partridge on the limb?
Not a pear so chances are slim
The wild we see distilled to shapes
It’s nature at the artist’s whim
Perhaps as the sun starts to dim
A fractured and compelling landscape.
Tall purple bloom of New York Ironweed
Perched atop towering stiff eight foot stalks
Up at the level where butterfly feed
Safe far above where the deer family walks
Providing so much that native bugs need
Putting small birds near the pathway of hawks.
Flower clouds loom over garden fences.
The perennial grows wild in fields
Flowering in late summer’s shortening days
Feeding migrating butterflies and birds
Pollen and nectar this native plant yields
And seeds upon which the songbirds will graze
Useful and pretty describe in two words.
(An Italian Sonnet)
All this month’s rain has my flowers flopping
Poorly drained soils now a slip and slide
From humidity there’s no place to hide
There’s fun to be found in puddle hopping
Endless gray skies show rain is not stopping
Cut sagging blooms sit in a vase inside
The radar show the storm’s coverage is wide
And outside just everything is sopping.
The cut flowers brighten the gloomy day
Providing sunshine when nature does not
Sound of the rain on the roof eases
For some the rain creates a time for play
And other time to get soup in the pot
For so many the gentle rain pleases.
(An Italian Sonnet)
Is there anything better than sunset
Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?
Not sure how much more lucky one gets
Being able to take this nature break.
Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet
But people head in for their burgers and steak
Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet
Leaving only me, the herons and drake.
Silhouettes and ripples and reflections
Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night
Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection
And bat acrobatics start to delight.
It’s here I feel a natural connection
Made possible by the pending twilight.
(A Sicilian Sonnet)
Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze
As they colonize wet roadside ditches
Seem to fill ecological niches
A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.
After a quick u-turn to stop the car
To get a closer look at petal count and amount
I remain clueless as to what they are.
With digital pics we’re back on our way
He drives I dive in to field guide and keys
Eager to know this late summer display.
I expected to find the name with ease
But my assumptions led me stray
Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.
(A Byron’s Sonnet)
Little Sister’s Getting Hitched
Little sister’s engaged, oh happy day!
The cheer in her heart transcends cell phone waves
Tears run down my face replace words I can’t say
Hope and happiness alternate in waves
They compliment each other brilliantly
In teamwork and laughter their love shines through
Each wonderful, and wonderful as two
Challenges they will face resiliently
He being something quite special to this clan
Sarcasm and loyalty undeterred
And responsibility undeferred
A smart hard working military man
Oh how I wish them nothing but their dreams
And knowledge that life’s as great as it seems
(A Burns Sonnet)
The candy is what they really want
Details don’t attract attention at all
Brochures just bore visitors to slumber
Advice is not why they made this jaunt
It’s sugar in forms of disc, bar and ball
That gets them towards my table to lumber
Like bait to attract what’s eating the hens
Saccharine gets them out of the woodwork
Otherwise they may never come to view
For sweets they’ll even bring their friends
Avoiding my eyes they grab with a smirk
Lots of candy gone, interactions few
I’m wondering if there’s a better way
To lure people in to hear what I say.
(A Brisbane Sonnet attempt)