Life Returning (First Summer Storm)

 

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The first summer storm rips overhead,
Cannon clouds clap,
Light sizzles a momentary vacuum,
Ground shudders,
Bricks rattle,
Cement cracks,
Air roars as energy abounds,
Loosely thrown around.
In the pause,
Silence gives birth to confetti rain,
Soaking soil revelling in running tides and streams,
Blasting the droughted desert beneath our feet.
Life returns.

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© 2017 Robin McShane
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The African Bush

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Day breaks early
Softly in the veld
Another night survived
For those who did.

Day feeders open the eye
Night feeders head to ground
A hand over of sorts

Soaking natures silence
Wrapped in sunlight clear
Voices dapple through the trees

Leaves burnt orange and falling
Weave mulch carpets
Where prints may leave a track

Days spent in sentient splendour
Far from city noise
Allow absorption of air so still

Soul nurtured through the scene
Until night feeders break their cover
And bed becomes my ground

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

English Haiku – #13

For NaPoWriMo2016 and GloPoWriMo2016 Day 8 (not to prompt)

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Misty breath lies still
Autumn’s heat dries hard and fast
Sifting those who’ll stay

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

April Showers – NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 2 (not to prompt)

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April springs through salty showers,
Dams March’s drought, destroys the flowers,
Cold seeps through in every vein,
Chaucer speaks in opposites again,
Let flow go, beware of speed,
As veggies die and go to seed,
Wonder not this time of year,
For seasons change with nary a tear,
Grateful for the chance we get,
To spin the wheel with no regret,
Keeping to the straight and narrow,
Accepting freeze through bone and marrow,
Happy to be here at all,
Shoulders back, standing tall,
Distance not a space to go,
As life goes by, now fast, now slow.

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Autumn’s Relief

Autumn's Relief - March 14 2016

There is a chill in the air today,
Drooping the heat that melted to the core,
Giving breath to bounty wilted by sun’s rays,
Offering hope of one crop before winter sets.

All thrive on this change, the cooler air,
The cloud banked sky of white, grey, soaking black,
Offering the promise of life to scorched land,
Carrying tears of bliss before the cold invades.

Lithesome trees will soon shed drop by drop,
Dancing now on nature’s withering stage,
Swaying, swirling, voluptuously stripping,
With season’s change plummeting nature’s ancient path.

Missing You

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Hot vibrant sun now pours the sand,
Fighting waves that pound the shore,
While wild eyed sky expands the line,
Stretching wide to countless crore.

There ice cold snow continues falling,
Making mountains climb their heights,
Skiers fight to take the challenge,
Scoring land pristine and white.

Flying in my hot air balloon,
Sunrise falling from above,
Feeling only one thing missing,
You, in my embrace, my love.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Last Breath – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 27 (to prompt!)

Walk
with me
through the garden,

Hold
my hand,
prevent my fall,

Feel
the process
through it all,

Sit
with me
on the patio,

Watch birds playing
Catch last breath

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Today’s prompt: “It’s the hay(na)ku)….a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.” Maureen directs us to Vince Gotera who ends his with a couplet of three words per line to create a hay(na)ku sonnet. Simple yet effective, yes?

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Leaves Leave – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 22 (to prompt)

Leaves leave home
Ripped away by
Autumn breezes
Whispering
Along cooler streets
Whipping up orphans
Lying bereft, forlorn
Dying on the floor
Of the world
Melting into pools
Of future life
Returning to Earth
As the mother calls
Her children home
For the winter
Burning to nourish
To protect, to provide
Until the sun returns
Springing life into being
From the Gaian womb
All safe, all sound
All perfect
As natural as the Whispering Breeze.

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Today, Earth Day,the prompt is: “to write a “pastoral” poem.Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature.”
I hope you enjoy my effort! 🙂

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Snow To…

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I watched the snow fall
Flake by flake,
A silent blanket as heaven weeped,
A smooth, frozen lake of tears,
Pure, white, deafening in the
Silence of its fall,
Numbing the senses with the
Covering that formed.

I watched the snow turn,
Some days later,
To the slush of a once remembered recent past,
Water mixed with mud and dirt,
Blended by the churning of feet and wheels and paws,
Iced again by the freezing cold.

I watched as the pure silence turned
To mashed filth,
As the pristine blanket was torn apart,
As it melded with the land,
Dissipated in the dark.

I watched silent and helpless,
The annual process of joy and wonderment
From snow, to slush and ice to … gone.

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© September 2009 – Robin McShane
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