Ironwood blossoms
Fragrant after spring time rains
Victim of summer
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Welcome warmth returns
Sunshine and short sleeves abound
Early desert spring
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A walk in the sun
Beams raining down from Heaven
The promise of spring
~~ Dominic R DiFrancesco ~~
Crackle of winter
Frost covered grass falls to fate
It happens yearly
Then spring consummates marriage
And nature’s children are born
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer’s heat, July
Birds…bees sing their joyful songs
By nature’s design.
Sadly we too oft’ ignore
Beauty that lay before us.
Distracted by life
All just to try to survive
We get very lost.
Perhaps if we took a step back
What we’re missing would be found.
Look to the sky, grass,
Look to the simplicity in life
For what’s important.
This is what Mother gave us
To keep from going insane.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clawing and scratching
Old Man Winter fights for life
Nature defies him
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What dreams have the trees
Except to brighten this world
Seasons perfection
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Buds are rays of hope
Each one a promising life
Springtime’s renewal
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Linked to the prompt over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Ha.
Lush green against blue
Dormant maple springs to life
Birth of the season
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer upon us
The desert knows no seasons
With winter’s goodbye
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Green, it bursts from barren bone,
Winter’s skeleton it heals.
Buds like sequins brightly shone,
Nature’s attention it steals.
Grey and dull against sleet and snow,
Awake though seeming asleep.
Biding its time until spring makes a go,
An entrance its certain to keep.
An annual ball to welcome the birth,
Introduction sure to astound.
Filling the forest with echoes of mirth,
From sky to the roots underground.
O’ this time of year is a sight to behold,
Giving the living their due.
Year after year it never grows old,
Of this I’ll always speak true.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~