The girl next door who plays the piano, begins her music. As her fingertips settle upon the ivories, I allow my mind to wander. Not to far off places at first, just to the end of the garden, stood between two lonesome oaks who, despite one another, always seem sad and companionless this time of … Continue reading Wanderings
Tag: spring
My first
My first thoughts of Spring came on a Sunday when the heavy storm clouds were broken by a blue I hadn't seen in days. A blue which could relinquish the sun's grasp and continue to shine. It was then I saw the knots of green, eager to bloom on the elder tree even though the … Continue reading My first
Spring rain
Daffodils look sad in the rain. Pushed against the hillsides bruising a mustard yellow, losing all of their sunshine and the smiley faces I imagine hidden on the inside of their petals. Weak and failing, praying for the wind to let up, just for a day. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020 Between … Continue reading Spring rain
Dandelion Season
It’s Spring, dandelion season so the fairies lift and slip through the air carrying wishes and sneezes in their pockets. A couple walk palm distance apart laughing into the breeze and into each other’s hearts, smiling young love as the fairies flies past. An old man, all in black, leans against a railing in … Continue reading Dandelion Season
Summer Rain
My palm blossoms forth, fingers stretching toward the sun reaching for the empty space beside me, reaching out for you; reaching out for your copper warmth skin wrapped in twilight in a cold Winter's night kiss, your eyes a molten blue. I curl inward, around cotton memory aching for your return, idyllic Summer … Continue reading Summer Rain
The Quadrangle Tree
When I met you I did not know you, what you were, what you would be like. All I knew was in Spring you bloomed and in Summer, blossomed, your highest points illuminated in the sun, shadows cast where they cannot reach you. Over the years, your now sturdy legs have wobbled, yet sometimes immovable, … Continue reading The Quadrangle Tree
Spring
A stem sprouts upward pushing past tarmac to mock the concrete jungle. ________________________________ Day 4- Write a haiku. They’re often about nature, but yours can be about anything. Day 3 - This Town ________________________________ For the challenge, click here.