
Tree veins digging up
Piercing light gray clouded sky
Winter nakedness
“If Only For a Moment”
Considering we’re halfway through winter now, I thought it’d be great to share my best poem as of late. This piece of information would be helpful for you to know, dear reader: I use a beach chair to sit by the fire during wintertime. Enjoy!
“Season Change”
Out my front doorway
Look there you’ll see
Epic waves of wind
Crashing into trees
Tides shift the shoreline again
My leaves, a sea, litter the ground
As sticks and twigs bob here and there
Some splash in sanguine, making sound
Glance off my back porch
Notice the small and tiny leaves
Incessantly they strike down and let up
To resemble black and white piano keys
Ahhh…
Peace hits me exuberantly
As I savor season change
Yet I experience it sullenly
As leaves decay, looking gross
Clumping together by my shed
The temperatures, turning bitter
Hit endlessly my body and head
Sweat drenches me with blankets
And that damn space heater I fear
Might suddenly trip, burn or kill me
By the bathroom when I come near
But nothing
More soothing
Can I now recall
This winter from fall
Than this beach chair
As into our lives we stare
Sipping whiskey by the fire
You join me now free to admire
a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
Gnawing on Life One Bite at a Time
Speaking in a hundred silent ways
Pen to paper
Promoting badass artists
This is all going on in mine....whts in yours??
Rhymes and Reasons
Brett Kristian
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
traditional haiku in the english language
Home of Lukas Kondraciuk Photography
At the table in picture and verse