Awaiting Resurrection

October skies Covid-blue / clear as a bell

call for an end to summer’s heat

time for one last shinning / one last gasp.

Leaves present their colorful eulogy

leaving marks on flat smooth stones

lacking summer’s warmth.

As days close in, winter’s chilling bony finger

beckons us enter her icy sepulchral interment.

White snow blankets eulogies soon forgotten

as we rest / tucked in peaceful compost slumber,

awaiting life’s resurrection / sure to come.

Photos; Dwight L. Roth

Tea and Pain

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Twisted joints aflame

Hot tea makes one forget pain

Flowers bloom outside

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Ruth said this is the way it really is….

Twisted joints inflamed
Holding heat eases the pain
Flowers bloom in my heart

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Waiting

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It may seem the waiting is is driving us bonkers.  We are asked to stay at home and not gather with our friends or extended family.  But, instead of feeling trapped, find freedom in what’s going on all around. Spring  is bursting forth in all its glory. It doesn’t wait for any virus. Count your blessings, open your eyes, and know this too shall pass.

Sometimes we must wait

For this endless train to pass

Enjoy Spring beauty

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Hungry Bird

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I had a visit today from an Eastern Blue Grosbeak. He comes to my feeder a few times a year. I am not sure if they are migrating or just tend to stay away. I always like seeing their gorgeous striking colors. This bird was hungry. He hopped right into the cage and ate for five minutes. I thought he would fly away when I got closer to get these photos, but he kept right on eating. It was wonderful to see him again.

Blue grosbeak stopped by

Eating his fill of my seeds

Springtime all around

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Eastern Blue Grosbeak

iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Ant Universe

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The first spring flowers appear yellow gold along the creek. As I looked closer, I saw a tiny ant crawling on a petals. I wonder what drives ants. Is it simply instinct or do they actually think about what they are doing. Are they just robots of the creator, or do they like we, think beyond themselves and wonder, “What else is out there?”

Tiny ant explores

its own little universe

Spring flower petals

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

The Close of the Day

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Rain pours down at the close of the day
Thunder rolls
The storm blows through
Earth is refreshed
Lilacs are blooming…
So close I can smell their fragrance
floating through my screen door.
I drink in Spring’s goodness
at the close of the day.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille Monday at d’Verse and De Jackson asked us to use the word close or a form of it in our poem of exactly 44 words.

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Time and Perspective

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“A time for every purpose under heaven…”
A perspective for all of us to consider…

A time for thinking…
Seems everything moves but me
Watching trees turn green

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Tinnitus drowns cricket’s song
Tick-or-tape thoughts click on by…

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…Which time will it be for me?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth