Wrapped in grey overcast the sweet wind of spring clad in the sallow thatch spun upon the air puppy feet a naked belly my one my only holds my shoulders with calm against a conspiracy of idiocy of sit and stay closing eyes diving into…
Outdoors
I’m carried — we’re carried, nine of us, one by one — in a nurturing arm 13 and half paces from front door to a wrap-around porch from four weeks, three days and a piece of remnant carpet and the 2×6 walls of fir the box of our birth to a confined space of black…
Swallow-Tails
Like a ribbon of verdant grass curled around my finger I remember my youth of running barefoot through the grass and clover chasing the flight of butterflies over Okanagan air like the wind whispering love to the tail of a dancing kite pale sulfur sails panel the blue as long crooked legs come alight upon…
Blackbirds Fly
Blackbirds fly from the rusted chimney a talisman of smoke and wings choking my eyes with their stillness while worms walk their wasteland marshalling their parade out of a prison that melts away into memory. Sunshine collides with the clouds forging them into steel tears that baptize our salted corpse and resurrect hope from a…
Thirteen
Bring me 13 Feathers of a songbird murdered 12 Broken promises weathered by ice 11 Frozen bubbles caught in the snow’s demise 10 Shattered branches sheared below 9 Blunt blades of dead autumn grass 8 Empty acorns buried deep in hunger 7 Drowsy blood-filled mosquitoes woken by the equinox 6 Maple leaves turned to mud…
… a Moment
I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
Botanical Fires
Botanical fire Sparks seeking a season’s soul Red bleeds yellow bright. Flags fly upon a staff Unfurling flashes on blue Lipstick kisses caught. Brushstrokes paint my mind My heart is a canvas Tulips made for you. Turned furled and curled Every bloom has a finish Beauty born of an end. All text and photography ©…
Future Seen
Through the frozen ground Bursts a force of nature Spring sings all around Awakened by a kiss of Her Winter melts upon the green A future now and seen.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Future.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Alight
Light frozen in ice Dripping winter into spring Divided by night.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Half-Light.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
The Blur of Spring
Depending on where you live, you may well be suffering through the same seasonal blur as we are in Ottawa this year. Our winter this year has been unusually long and cold. Indeed there is still ice on our Rideau Canal (a UNESCO World Heritage Site — not because it has ice into the second…