Gold Wind

The highland wind

Shakes aspen leaves

And pine scent flows

Autumn air cleaves

Forest spirits

I hear them leave

Snow comes, they know

Winter, death's eve

Blazing in gold

Quiver, restive

Impatient root

When comes the reave

Not soon enough

Cold ease of sleep

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Lake Life

mirror of the lake

serenity blurs focus

golden blue autumn

herons have journeyed

turtles and frogs begin dreams

beneath the frostline

the fishes stay deep

leaving water calm, glass smooth

schooling for ceilings

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Creek

sculptor unceasing

mists the air in its effort

even as ice, molds

©️Sylphide poem/image  2021

Change To Autumn

Change To Autumn

Against the bluebird sky

Golds and reds

Delight the eye

Clean winds quake

The aspens' leafy eyes

  

How lovely are those hues

When shortened

Are the day's blues

Longer nights

Tell the trees what to do

The people come to see

Flames of leaves

On each changed tree

Marvelous

Vivid, gorgeous queens

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Again

ancient statue

leaves brushing gently again

five hundred seasons

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Edifice

Tiberius 

First over the Carthage wall

Rome's great hero 

But to a mob did fall

Treachery

Or mortality will eclipse us all

Achievement 

To nothing, the worms doth call

Yet strive to mark

Your history, build halls

Inspiring the next

Generation to stand tall

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Clematis

alchemy of seeds

map of the joined nucleics

will pre-chill 'til birth

©️ Sylphide poem/image 2021

Personal Experience With Canned Oxygen Use For The Effects Of Wildfire Smoke

I noticed these oxygen cans at the local grocery store in the pharmacy department a month or two ago. Since the air quality has been degraded by wildfire smoke, I'd been suffering low level headache, bad fatigue, and brain fog.  I have noticed some relief since using it (along with Tiger Balm). They are a bit costly, around 17.00 a can this size, but since the smoke will be around for days, I felt it was worth the expense. It is 10 liters producing about 200 one-second inhalations. I am encouraging the family to use it as well. The label makes no claim of any ability to cure, treat or prevent any disease, it is sold as an athletic aid & is not medical grade. I did feel less crappy & a marked improvement in the brain fog, so if anyone else is suffering, I recommend it. Follow label directions & remember oxygen is flammable.

Prickly Rose Time

Reflect the light

Reflect each other

Double the scent

A thousand thorns

On the prickly roses

At peace back to back

It is their season

In the sun's heat

Welcome for the bees

Dancing upon the prairie wind

©️Sylphide    poem/image 2021

Anyway

starless clouded night

a darkness unrelenting

firefly beacons rise

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Springburst

Detritus pushed aside

Bulbs flaunt their hidden

Lifeblood

Arrayed for selection

Opened to the sun

Reflecting it back

Vital in their needs

To mix again

Increasing their force

Their number

Their presence

More, more, more!

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Newflower

in a greening lawn

there are new colors today

violets appear

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Talley

feet

soles

pavement

pavement, pavement, pavement

a day

all night

and a day

bearing the standard

in sorrow

for honor

of no greater love

than i have ever seen

I would be his valkyrie

on pavement

for all to see

that they would bear also

the hero 

to

Valhalla

in their hearts

away from life

away from family

Love

which many still enjoy

because of his sacrifice

bear the standard

for his ideals

and their practice

in his agony

willingly chosen

shining drape

over mindless dark

one path oblivion

his path

Beacon

from now on

Unforgotten

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Inspired by the 24 hour long run undertaken by CU students and law enforcement personnel carrying both the American flag and the Thin Blue Line flag to honor Officer Eric Talley. He set the hero's example of rushing into danger to save people he never knew or will know now, because that was the duty he chose over a safer existence.

Hanging On

Hanging On

As Old Homicide starts to lose his grip

Fair sun is stealing more each day, gains ground

The grass greens and poseys start coming ' round

The ice and snow steady reduced to drips

Winter would cause one more stumble, a slip

Keeping you in his stiff frozen world bound

Covetous, with his dying breaths yet hound

Loathe to lose the taste of bluey cold lips

Though knowing his time from him is now ripped

His talent for hanging on does astound

When gentle warmth, Spring's victor prevails

There remains a few late frosts crystal-

dipped

Icicle dangerous daggers abound

Watching for the unwary to assail

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Flowers Protest

flowers protested

but now petals fall like tears

killing frost persists

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

New Season

New Season

Dance in the dells

Joy claims the feet

Winter is dispelled

Happiness is mete

Alive once more

Caressed in sun

Energized to the core

Begins now the fun

Birds singing for mates

At each new dawn

Spring keeping her date

The appearance of fawns

Butterflies awake

Box elder bugs flight

The ants' thirst is slaked

Bees on blossoms light

And we rise in song

That cannot be contained

The cold lasted so long

So glad we remained

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Mom

I am

Beaming-Through-Clouds

So you may alpenglow

Be dispelled of

Coldmist wraiths

I am

Stable magick tree

So you may not dry in harsh sun

My hands open to you

With one thousand spring blossoms

I am

Warm water springs, cool snowmelt

So you may grow into chosen form

Be nurtured at your own pace

Among rainbows of steam and waterfall

I am

Beauty

Who loves your truth

All of it

Without condition💞

©️Sylphide   poem 2021

New Light

Newlight

Invert the hourglass

Same sand, different day

Gravity flowing

Warm your face

Advance your journey

Glow back

Embrace the joy

Because you still can

Even given light

To plan that track

Choose your own pace

All yours

Gifted again

And challenged

Carpe victoria!

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Early Ones

Early Ones

The aconite

Beneath bare trees

Wake to the lengthening sun

Heralds of gladness

First feed the bees

Though winter is not done

Open to each other

Speak as they need

Seeds started, more than one

It matters not 

More snows received

The flowers have had their fun

Spring on its way

Winter's grip unseized

The Ice Queen's on the run

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Ode To Courage

NO I WON'T SHOOT INTO THE CROWD

The red-faced man screams his order

He is not my superior

He is the boss

The authority

The one I've always jumped for

I know beyond doubt he's wrong

I will not be wrong

I am agonized

But I will suffer anything but

The silence of a stranger's death

They defy authority

It won't be answered 

With murder

By me

By God!

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Beseiged

The gargoyle spouted molten lead

A last ditch defense of home

Attackers' screams echoed instead

Of the gentle birdsong we'd known

Greed and lust tore the world that day

Burned the crops almost ripe

Old Scratch laughed to have his way

Death dirges instead of highlander's pipes

The womenfolk held off the raiders

Those alive limped away quick

Our defeat lay in the fields beyond

The battle fallen, burned out wicks

The next enemy, fought every year

Harsh winter, old Homicide

Takes no quarter, mindless to icy tears

Unprepared now, woe betides

The babes at the breast must survive

The fires of homes will stay lit

Each innocent a victory kept alive

The vile dark staved off, we'll not quit

©️Sylphide 2021

Lenten Rose

mauve lenten rose blooms

catalysing a new spring

last snows unheeded