Tag Archives: Etheree

Dazzling Autumn

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Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life. ~Hal Borland, American writer, journalist, and naturalist

Do

You know

What a joy

It is to see

Autumn exploding

In brilliant shades of bronze,

Scarlet, lemon, and orange

When nobody thought the leaves would

Do anything but turn brown and drop

Before winter’s chill could make the trees bare?

 

 

Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

Walking With Joy

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What a significance wild flowers have, more than the tamed productions of the garden! They seem Heaven’s own messengers sent straight to man to bear glad tidings of universal and undying love. ~Henry James Slack, English journalist, activist, and science writer

A

Fence line

Adorned by

Dancing flowers —

Pink, yellow, and blue —

Can’t help but make me smile

As I take my daily walk.

So much color! So much beauty!

I wonder if the homeowner knew

His patch of posies would bring so much joy?

Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

Greening and Pinking

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To this day, color is an enormous delight to me. It means experience, adventure of all kinds. ~Harry Behn, American screenwriter

When

You walk

With a dog

Outside in Spring,

You can’t help but see

That the world around us

Is greening and turning pink,

As new life bursts into color,

Trees shed their spent flowers, and sidewalks

Become magical pathways of beauty.

Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

The Present is a Gift

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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. ~J.K. Rowling, British author and philanthropist (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 1997)

As

The days

Get shorter

And the cold winds

Blow in from the north,

I remember with joy

Days not so long ago when

Sunshine, flowers, and butterflies

Danced across my yard with abandon

Reminding me to enjoy the present.


Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

 

A Trio of Verses

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Put all your faith in poets. You will find few others to share Beauty with you; and it cannot be borne alone. ~Christopher Morley, American journalist, novelist, essayist, and poet

The Toad:

There once was a toad so black
With warts upon his back
He hopped around
With nary a sound
Looking for something to snack.

The Cicada:

Cicadas seem to have vanished
Into the sunset, or wherever they go,
Crawling deep into the earth’s underground
And hibernating for several decades.
Don’t worry, they’ll be back eventually
And announce their presence with loud fanfare!

The Stag Beetle:

When

I was

Out walking

The Monk, we saw

This immense beetle

Chilling on the sidewalk.

I stopped to get his picture.

Shivering at getting too close

To his wicked pincers and finding

Myself captured by those strong mandibles.

Note: First poem is a Limerick; second is Acrostic; third is Etheree.

Blooming Nature

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May your search through Nature lead you to yourself. ~Author unknown

Peony in bloom

I

Back-tracked

From my walk

With Monkey and

Found again what I

Was seeking — this gorgeous

White Peony all in bloom!

Best of all, I’m fairly certain

It’s the same flower I saw before.

Nature is bursting all over these days!

Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

Standing Out

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Knowing who you are is the best defense against who they think you are. ~Dodinsky, author

Zinnias

I

Stand out

Among them

Though I’m a part

Of all the others

Diff’rent — not bad or good

Just trying to be myself

Soaking water, air, and sunshine

Minding my own business as I grow

Conscious I’m the same but very diff’rent.

Note:  Poetic form is Etheree.

Memories of Dallas

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I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet

Dallas, April 2015

I

Am still

Missing you,

My beautiful

Soul Dog Dallas, and

I guess I always will.

Two years now. You departed

Right as the Pandemic began,

Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.

At last you’re free from pain and misery.

Time really has helped me process the grief

Of your passing, and I must admit

So has the arrival of a

New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.

He’s not you, nor will he

Ever be, but still

It helps to have

A puppy

Under

Foot.

Note: This poetic form is called Double Etheree.

Snack time

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When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb

Here

Is a

Moth, maybe.

Or it could be

A small butterfly.

Having a fine dinner

On this pretty pink zinnia.

Or maybe this is a dahlia.

I’m not sure that knowing should matter.

I just thought you’d enjoy seeing them, too!

Note: This poetry form is Etheree (the single kind, not the double, this time).

Miraculous Beauty

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The garden is the poor man’s apothecary. ~German proverb

Patch of wildflowers

I

really

expected

nothing to grow

from this free packet

of seeds someone sent me.

I’d planted free seeds before

and not a single thing came up —

not one weed, no grasses, no flowers.

Blessed is she who expects nothing, right?

Imagine my surprise when I saw these

new beauties popping through the black soil!

First the leaves, followed by flowers —

one pink, one white, one orange —

and there are more to come,

judging by the buds.

A miracle

of nature

appears

here.

Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.