Garden Party

a waterfall flows

music for the floral ball

Scented breezes drift

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

Wane

Wane

All the year's flowers came before

Blooming at their time of choice the

Winter looms, soon the blanket white

Last of all, the chrysanthemum

Autumnal herald of warm hues the

Last bouquets for the scissors

Sweet garden, I hope the freezes hesitate

The Indian summer lingers a

While, holding the fragrant moment

©️Sylphide poem 2020

(This poem is a first attempt at a golden shovel form of the Yosa Buson haiku making up the last words of the lines)

Aubergine

Aubergine

Rock-a-bye

My treasure heart

Encircled in my ribs

Glow in harmony

One in love

Eternity

Always in reach

Our vibration strings

Always connected

Never alone

Time and space powerless

To prevent it

Walls illusory

Distance meaningless

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Begin Blazing

The east aglow with the newest fire

Breathing in the flames I find ignition

Illuminate the paths for cognition

All nights fears set upon final pyres

Their funeral dirges played on lyres

Now begins today a coalition

Of my bright soul and these apparitions

To rise as the sun higher and higher

Every dawn a symphony swelling

The clouds dance slowly, stately with fine grace

A matching light, inside me a welling

Heart pounding, I ready for the great race

To find the darkest evils for felling

A hero's tale, bitter and sweet of taste

©️Sylphide poem 2020, image 2017

1

Summer's Taste

last of the fresh herbs

summer flavor before frost

tasting of the now

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Winter Garden (1)

season changing snow

prized plants gathered for winter

unfrozen garden

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Infinity

Infinity

Walk along the mobeius strip

See where you have been

The ambient mist just thick enough

To seem it's nowhere you've seen

The familiarity tugs at the soul

So you follow the moonlight's beam

To find you're walking upside down

Trying not to scream

The road will rise to meet you

When your feet are winged with dreams

The Fates think little of cowards

Courage a beacon that gleams

But remember we've all been here before

And will be, until redeemed 

©️🧿Sylphide poem 2020

Fruit

Things I grow

More nutrients in the morning

Also good at night

After slow simmer

Nourish the joy

As Summer's lease hath all

Too short a date

©️🧿Donna Maurice image/poem 2020

Opportune

Watch

Think

Learn

Discern

Identify

Patterns

For the futures you earn

How long til ripe?

If you change when seasons turn

Sustenance innovation

Dali's giraffes burn

Grace is sacrificed

Beware for what you yearn

©️🧿Donna Maurice  poem 2020