Orange Tree Sonnet Amidst spring’s sun, fragrant white flowers bloomed; Gracing tree limbs, then garnishing the ground. In the summer sun, green citrus perfumed; Standing their place, unlike the flowers strown. To face the gusts of autumn’s rusty breaths; The color of the sun’s glow they assumed. Warming their seedy hearts, with zesty vests; Winter’s
Ametrine skies, gusting lingering sighs, Whisper tales, of retired summer days. Breezy breaths soothe the sun’s blistering eyes, Of a gaze, that’s turned greens to browns, and grays. Burnished apricot shadows, listen still, As the sky narrates the gone summertide. Dog days memories, warm the autumn chill, Recomposed, nature will strike a new stride. Glitter
Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves, To the earthy soil I am bound and tied. Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves, My spirit flies among the birds that glide. My sprawled pinions verdant, tail feathers pied, A crest of orange crowned is my disguise. As winds breathe hope and new life, then subside,
𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 As the winds have been gusting quite strongly here in Los Angeles these couple of days, it makes one pay closer attention to the particulars of the seasonal changes. The trees, leaves, branches, newly blossomed flowers, plants, and the animals that live within theses conditions.
Born of the winter’s crystal sunrise A silent, glowing, uprise Radiant streams take flight in the skies Through hazy, lucent, golden eyes Beaming through cob webs of fog’s pathway Striking, luminous, astray Dancing the winter’s cold drear away Glowing, scattered, sunray
Colors, scenes of Spring, in autumn’s dry dreary A welcomed reminder, of days bright, cheery Butterflies dancing, with affectionate flutter Softly romancing, atop dry, frosty clutter White as snow, light as feathers, whimsy in their glide A soft word, whispered secret, they share side by side Wild, pink flowers eavesdrop, basking in the pale sun
Tinge of orange, shadows of night Autumnal hues set in twilight A gust of wind, swirls brisk and cold Awakens strewn leaves, red, green, gold Beneath dried twigs, across the lane A pigeon perched on a window pane A daily task the pigeon holds To watch the night as it unfolds Relaxed with
Reaching from the shadeFlower bloomed like butterflyBasks in morning sun
Let’s wrap up this Monday evening on a positive note with Seagull, a free-form haiku by Marie Helen. A poem inspired by the beautiful sight of a relaxing seagull perched atop a wire, seemingly pondering while staring beyond the vast land ahead. May this captured moment in time inspire you with serenity, and may it motivate us
Here is Palm Tree’s Floral Embrace, a haiku poem by Marie Helen. May it serve as a reminder to stop, observe, and enjoy the small beautiful things in nature whenever you can throughout the weekdays. Nature colliding A palm tree’s floral embrace Tropical delight
