Songs of the morning
Coming from the trees and fields
The innocent rise
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: birds
Blurry Eyed I Wake (Tanka)
Blurry eyed I wake
Smell of spring envelops me
Song birds my alarm
Only Heaven could surpass
The perfection of this day
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Coat Of Kings
Jem Farmer the boi poet – Monday Masterpiece prompt – 19 August 2013
The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass
Unabashedly wearing the coat of kings
And the rags of paupers
Proud of each one equally
With breast puffed and head held high
You make no apologies for your patchwork
Granted by the gods, it is worn with honor
Defining and making you unique
A Phoenix with an unassuming plume
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
For Generations To Follow
How subtle the wind blows through my hair,
Like the gentle caress of a lover’s fingers.
I close my eyes, breathing deeply to draw in my ladies scent,
Warmth rushes my face as her sun shines down upon me,
Is there any sensation more wonderful to the soul.
Sparrows melodic song taunts my feet to tapping,
Keeping time, as though the conductor of natures choir.
Swooping with grace and tenacity I spy the redtail hawk as it startles it’s prey,
Continuing a circle of life that long predates me,
Beautiful yet disturbing in it’s raw aggression,
I remain undeterred by my love and admiration.
The river before me rages rapid over falls and boulder,
Sparkling like the queen she is at her coronation,
Teaming with sockeye driven by their spawn,
As I by the serenity of the wonders around me.
Is not the hand of God most perfect in the wielding of his tools,
Neither man nor science could compare.
I lay down in prayer and praise,
To honor and preserve this masterpiece called earth,
For the generations that surely will follow me.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In the Wake of Barnegat Bay
Clamming on the Barnegat Bay
Marsh grass swaying to summer’s breeze music,
Wafting smell of sulfur…cattail decay permeates the air,
Skeleton legged egrets skate over muck and mire,
Silently stalking, without trace or print,
Fisher of frog and killie and eel satiate the craw,
Atypical beauties gliding amongst driftwood and jellyfish.
Gulls chatter wakes the quiet of the rustling reeds,
Circling, cawing in haphazard patterns above the sea,
Groupies to fish laden boats anxious for port,
Unafraid…swooping to touch the hand that feeds,
Scraps of innards, heads, tails treats for the monochrome crew,
Relentless in their acrobatic aerial pursuit.
Sullen skies harvest chilly rains, whipping winds churn the bay to froth,
Whitecaps endlessly roll across turbulent waters,
Crashing to port and starboard in a symphony of wind-swept spray,
Biting hardened faces, skin soaked..raw with each pull of the rake and tong,
Muscle aches, such minute reward, so honorable the sacrifice,
For bushels of clams…the elusive cherry stone.
Brutality of summer’s heat nor winter’s cold deters,
Boats of wood, chipping and weathered, flat-bottom or “v”,
Designs dreamt in the mind of another century,
Purpose built, purpose born, rugged men, bred for the rigors,
Calloused, barnacle laden, weaned from the land, cast to the sea
Baymen one and all, men to their briny cores.
Bay of cedar and Atlantic salt, treacherous inlet throat,
Darkened by sources of origins mixed,
Nectar of life to fish and fowl, baymen and boater, lovers of marine,
Beauty whilst beast when stoked by storm,
Life giving…treacherous for the ignorant and uninitiated,
Wondrous, mysterious…Barnegat Bay.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
* I grew up along the Barnegat Bay, in New Jersey and worked as a commercial clammer for a number of years. This type of work is not easy by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly was honest work and taught me the value of persistence. This is an absolutely beautiful area to live in and now that I live in the desert, I realize how much I love and miss the bay and ocean.
Spring – Haiku
Image Credit: fanpop.com
Sun filled days await
As spring arrives in birds song
Dew replaces frost
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Welcome Spring
Image Credit: fanpop.com
Welcome sight the breath of spring,
Air so clear, air so clean,
Though we claim the cloudless sky,
It floats away regardless how we try.
From Heaven above to earth below,
We only see what Mother Nature will show.
She plays on emotion- the sun so warm and bright,
Sinks below horizon- we hold with all our might.
To no avail we say goodbye to the day,
Not to have it any other way,
Tomorrow will come and a new day will dawn,
Today is here and yesterday is gone,
Sun comes up as it always has done,
The birds will awake and greet us with song,
Renewal of soul does their singing bring,
As we welcome in a breath of spring.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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