cold winds
strip the trees
bird nests can’t hide
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Photo: Winter Trees, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
cold winds
strip the trees
bird nests can’t hide
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Photo: Winter Trees, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
snowflakes fall
the air turns
shades of white
trees covered
in thick snow
stripe the scene
the jays fly
branch to branch
spots of blue
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Image: Winter Landscape, Paul Gaughin, 1879, WikiArt.
Words: tricube, c.b.w. 2016. Inspired by WD Poetic Form Challenge: Tricubes (via Poetic Asides)
I.
first the owl
then the snow
touched by moonlight
II.
snowflakes dust
the starling’s
black wing
III.
perched on
winter branches
bird leaves
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Image: Hiroshige, Fukagawa Susaki and Jūmantsubo (from One Hundred Famous Views of Edo), Wikipedia Commons
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2015
Part of the 2015 November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge (Poetic Asides via Writer’s Digest) for the November 11 Prompt: animal
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While cleaning up my photo files, I found this piece of black out poetry. For some reason, it was left behind during the last series I posted. Enjoy!
Black Out Poetry: c.b.w. 2015
Source: A Separate Peace by John Knowles
It was December – a bright frozen day in the early morning.*
Snowflakes settle into a white field that slowly turns to gold as the sun rises above the horizon. Lost to each other, no longer free.
Trees blackened by winter’s bite reach up like charred spider webs. Searching for spring or perhaps waiting for the birds to return. Arms empty and twisted, they wait for the wind to give voice to pained moans.
Off in the distance where the pine trees live, soft pings of icicle wind chimes travel through the forest and into the field. Those long fallen snowflakes listen, wishing they could fly again.
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* Eudora Welty, from A Worn Path.
Special Note: The opening quote was a writing prompt from my writer’s group last week. It’s amazing what can come of a single quotation and 15 minutes of writing time.
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c.b.w. 2015