The cool morning air
Dew clinging to window panes
How quickly things changed
Now that fall is upon us
First snow can’t be far behind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: beauty
Circle, Circle, Circle Down
Circle, circle, circle down
Until he lands upon the ground
Landing softly, though graceful not
Tossing and turning in his resting spot
Mesmerized am I at this sacred show
By this tiny creature in final throes
Years gone by I’d have taken its life
Believing it kind to end his strife
Was this really ever my place at all
To live or die was never my call
On the Divine life and death does rest
Deferring to Him is surely best
Now I just sit and watch amazed
As his spirit enters its final phase
Never interfering or imposing my will
I watch as his little body grows quietly still
This tiny bee is no less than man
I’m certain it’s true in the Creator’s plan
So I’ll bid farewell for now my friend
Until someday we meet again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Orange Horizon (Haiku)
Image: desertusa.com
Orange horizon
Cacti framed against the sky
Saguaro sunset
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Undulating Storms (Tanka)
Undulating storms
Breathe life into flaccid land
Lifeblood is transfused
Washing clean the earth from sky
Returning to whence it came
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’d Forgotten The Serenity Of the Vicious Sea
I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;
Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore
Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.
To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;
Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,
I am captivated by her beauty.
The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,
They are no match for her diamond soul,
Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.
In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse
The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave
Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven
Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.
I smile as if one with the earth and sea
Flowing effortlessly from here to there.
O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,
How beautiful the soul,
How beautiful and how temporary this life;
Until she reminded me of what I am.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mandarin Sun Sets (Tanka)
Mandarin sun sets
Sinking perilously slow
As it always does
The coming day begs it rise
Bringing light and life to earth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Segregating Ourselves
Republican, democrat,
Black, white,
Feminist, chauvinist,
Gay, straight,
Religious, atheist,
Liberal, conservative,
Pacifist, warmonger,
Proletariat, capitalist,
Pro-life, pro-choice,
Rich, poor,
Extremist, moderate,
Old, young,
Patriotic, unpatriotic,
Native, immigrant,
We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,
That we forget we are all the same.
We are born, we live and then we die,
This is non-negotiable.
Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes
We would be less hurried to take vengeance
And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall
Blossoms fold in chill of fall
Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls
To wake again when spring returns
Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns
Glorious colors for the time must leave
Like lovers parted must surely grieve
We say goodbye for now dear friends
Awaiting the time you bloom again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Ocean
Sunlight gleams through shards of fractured glass
Worn smooth by the tides move in and out
Peace with suns rise comes to pass
Gentle sounds as waves toss and turn about.
In mother waters, fury and beauty reside
Carving portraits out of sand and stone
Leaving scar and grotto for nature’s tears to hide
While in fathoms deep they lie alone.
Sun sets…royal blue turns to black
Ceaseless the currents move ever forward
Never deliberating or surrendering to look back
Fulfilling its expectation to move onward.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: This poem was originally published on June 25, 2012. I like the feel of it so I thought I would repost it. Hopefully you will like it as much as I do.
It Comes Not In A Jar
It comes not in a jar,
Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.
There is no recipe,
No cookbook, no formula to concoct.
There is no raffle,
No lottery, no auction to crave.
It’s no magic potion,
No spell, no wand you can wave.
Very often there’s pain
It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.
Frequently it’s blind,
It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.
But more often than not it results in true bliss,
It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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