Roses Still Bloom

Even after a couple of frosty November mornings and cold nights, my little rosebush keeps pushing out roses. It will not give up. A lesson for all of us!

Beyond the Mist

Beyond the mist the sun is smiling

Waiting for the fog to lift

The cool damp blanket of morning dew

Hanging on every stick

The flowers drink in the fluid of life

Standing shiny and slick

Lifting their petals in thanks to God

For the refreshing drink he gives


When the fog sets in and clouds your view

Accept it with gratitude

Consider it a time of healing

Before the sun bursts through

In those inner moments as things close in

Our view is not quite clear

Let faith grow strong and cement our bond

We know a new and better day is near

Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Everything stops as lights blink red

We wait under ominous dark clouds

for the light to turn green

Instead it turns a flashing yellow

Warning us to take caution

As we move through life’s intersection

An accident here can be deadly

Slowly the line begins to move

Seeing the light break in the clouds

Bringing hope of lifting clouds

and brighter days ahead


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

A stream of consciousness poem

Clouds in Black and White

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My wife took these photos as we were returning home to Charlotte, NC this week. They were specular in color, but I wanted to see how they would come out in Black and White. I love the contrast that shows up in these thunderheads.  You could see the displaced anger boiling up inside these clouds. Can you hear the silent rumblings? What rage could stir up this much emotion?

Angry thoughts rise up

Thunderheads churn silent rage

Waiting to explode

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Photos from iPhone SE: Ruth A. Roth

Frank Hubney, at d’Verse, asked us to write  a Haibun that refers to silent words. They could be words running through our head, or things we see that speak to us or inspire us. I chose to write about hearing what the clouds might be saying as these giant thunderheads form on the horizon. Come join us at d’Verse:


Evening in the Valley


This weekend we have been traveling. This evening we took a ride through the farming country of Stuarts Draft, Virgina.  It was late evening and the clouds were catching the setting sun. Below are some of my evening shots in the Shenandoah Valley.










Photos:Dwight L. Roth

Barley and Butterflies

On the farm near our community are several large fields of barley. The fields extend as far as the eye can see. It is a beautiful site. Years ago when I worked on the farm, we called it beardy barley, because of the long hair like stems coming out of each kernel. The spring storms have really taken their toll on the fields. The wind and rain had beaten down large areas of some fields.

I stopped by one field to take some photos and saw a beautiful butterfly along the edge of the field. I am not sure what it is called. Perhaps you can let me know  The beauty of nature is often beyond words. Adding words often detracts instead of adding to what is seen. The follow photos are my poetry without words.










Photos: Dwight L. Roth