Tag Archives: nature

Not Unlike Any Other Day

Not unlike any other day;

Venturing a noon day stroll.

Characteristic music playing in my ears

Eerily absent as I make my way.

Preferring to listen to songs playing around me;

The rustling of leaves,

The birds in the trees,

Mariachi blaring from a passing car,

The sound of machinery

Busying otherwise idle hands,

The sounds of steel pipe clanging,

All music to my ears,

All sounds I would have missed

If they were muffled by my Beats.

How interesting I found this orchestra,

Each playing to its own metronome.

None were less sweet than the other

Though how vastly different the pitch.

Perhaps this is the beginning a new routine,

One in which I take notice.

Enjoying both the sights and sounds

Of the world that surrounds me

Instead of drowning it out with modern gadgetry.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

As The Moon Rises

As the moon rises and the sun bids a fond adieu,

As the final shafts of amber day fade to black,

There is a gentle stillness that overcomes earth and man,

One that’s existed since time began.

Our winged friends song falls on silent deaf ears,

Replaced by the somber tune of cricket and cicada.

The rustling of leaves ring vivid to the senses,

Once undetectable amongst the chaos of the day.

Even the lowly housefly finds solace in dusk

Vanishing from sight with nights approach.

Simple is this time where rest encroaches

Though absent of life it is not.

Those of nocturnal bend do rise,

As they live the fullest of lives amongst the shadows.

The lonesome and distant howl echoes in the night,

The song of the owl a signal to impending prey.

These embraced as a welcome tune

Sing me to sleep under starry sky.

Nature–peaceful in all its glory is my lover,

Holding me in her tender arms until we rise with the dawn,

To kiss the newest day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sky–Canvas of Blue (Tanka)

Sky–canvas of blue

The sun paints with golden hues

Nothing left to chance

Perfection in its glory

Mother Nature’s finest work

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Great Overseer Watches

Photo By Oloriel

Photo By Oloriel

The great overseer watches,

Staring down upon the flora and fauna,

Yellow in the face,

Looming large,

Dwarfing all in his path.

Yet enormity is merely size,

It does not reveal his gentleness.

He would not crush the delicate flower,

Nor terrify beasts of the field.

He leaves no trace of where he’s been

Or where he is going when he leaves.

WIth grace and in silence he rises,

Laying his soft light upon all in his charge.

Signaling slumber for those of the day

And sounding his alarm for the nocturnal.

This is his way,

This is how he always has been.

He simply is

…The gentle giant.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #6 – “The Moon Garden”, Photo by Oloriel

 

To Arise Before Sun-up

To arise before sun-up,

A ritual held for many a year.

Watching the sun breach the horizon and erupt,

One that many find most queer.

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The silence treasured,

As the bird snores its song.

The days birth measured,

As its hours plod along.

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Brewing coffee ever so lightly fills the air,

From the window perch dawns light grows.

Soundlessly showing the utmost care,

Slumber reigns majestic as solitude shows.

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Morning…oh blessed morning what have you to say?

Good morning perhaps as it always has done.

There cannot, must not be any other way,

Than to start the day anew as it has always begun.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —

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Poetry Prompt: We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #8 – Morning

A Cape Of Thorns Worn (Tanka)

Prickly Pear Cactus in bloom. Image Credit: www.bhg.com

Prickly Pear Cactus in bloom.
Image Credit: http://www.bhg.com

A cape of thorns worn

Crown of pink its head adorned

Desert grown jewel

Prickly Pear Her Majesty

There is beauty in this beast

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Looking Down From The Mountain

Looking down from the mountain

The lush valley below obscured,

Embraced by a sheet of ecru.

Stepping out for a breath of fresh air is a farce.

From below virtually unnoticeable,

Looking up all you can see is blue,

But the lungs know,

The eyes know,

The putrid smell gives it away.

How much more vivid would the sky be;

How much sweeter would the air be

Were it not for this festering cloud.

We are poisoned in the name of progress,

Bleeding the life blood from ourselves and our children.

So to leave the material as our legacy,

All the while destroying what is truly important

…Our planet.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Spring–Rustling of Leaves (Haiku)

Spring–rustling of leaves

Birds chirping in unknown trees

~~ A beautiful song

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Birth is All Around Us

Birth is all around us;

In everything,

Every blade of grass,

Chirp of baby birds newly hatched,

Tiny flowers submitting to their nature to be fruit,

The covey of quail scurrying single file,

Rise of the sun upon a new day,

Winter welcoming the spring,

Barren branches bursting with cool green leaves,

April rains coaxing wildflowers from nothing,

Parks full of strollers and carriages,

Toddlers laughter filling the air,

Earth and sky warming.

Birth is all around us,

In everything,

Wondrous!

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hummingbird (Haiku)

Hummingbird buzzing

Statuesque in its feeding

Marvel of nature

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~