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)
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)
Oh dear the mushroom has been uprooted
Some careless walking has it uprooted
It sure looks like it’s been hiking-booted
The soft pine needle ground buffered its fall
It’s squat, short and stout with not far to fall
Do you think the person noticed it at all?
Amazingly for this organism
This is not death for this organism
Regardless of our own barbarism
Miles of mycelium supporting
Acres of hyphae supporting
Nearly immune to human cavorting
Mushrooms will thrive long after we are gone
As extinct as the great mastodon
(A Blues Sonnet)
Hibiscus flowers sparkle in the sun
Enormous blossoms undulate freely
Perennial and bold, astonishing
Like crepe, exquisite, splendid, delicate
Extraordinary and ordinary
Intensely colored designed for display
The bees can’t get enough pollen gold
And branches bend beneath the flowers’ heft
Each bloom’s display lasts only a day
But followed by another rapidly
The shriveled shuttlecock flowers tumble
To earth awaiting decomposition
As others take their places high above
Just filling the summer with amazing.
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
Feathered Backyard Pets
It’s hard when pets are companion to you
With chard they would be dinner for others
My yard is playpen for my feathered few
Regarded as farmyard to another
When one of my chicks has met her demise
The run no longer safe for happy hens
When fun has turned to tears escaping eyes
I’m done tamping the grave, sad once again
When wings and legs are menu selections
Crying over chickens is frowned upon
A thing to save for fuzzy affection
A sting allowed only when pets are gone
Adored as much as bowwow and meow
Therefore deserving of waterworks now.
(A Beymorlin Sonnet)
Road trip dreams post work-day reality
Planning the vacation but not too much
Where might we bike hike kayak camp and such
So grateful for our commonality.
Work week starts and vacation brain sets in
With each passing day focus is lacking
Mind wanders to long days of backpacking
We can’t wait until the journey begins.
The week will go by too fast we are sure
Dreaming and planning extend our short break
Thinking of it each moment we’re awake
Oh, how many more workdays to endure?
We have maps and guides but won’t let them reign
There’s just one plan: to avoid the mundane.
(An Australian Sonnet)