Sun smiles on me
Uplifting my darkened soul
~~ I have been reborn
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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 ~~
Warm Are The Subtle Winds That Steer Me On (Sonnet)
Warm are the subtle winds that steer me on,
Nary a cloud sails across the sky sea of crystal blue.
The scent of Palo Verde and Mesquite wave winter gone,
Hummingbirds flutter in search of their sugary brew.
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Noonday sun turns pale and naked skin to tan,
While grass awakens, springing back to a deep cool green.
Scorching heat does rise from barren desert sand,
As lightning quick geckos scurry hoping not to be seen.
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Return it does to life this arid sometimes hellish land,
Though the living most often desire not to be found.
Spending their time on the cooler nighttime sands,
Sheltered from the blazing sun in their holes underground.
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A mysterious lifeless land though the desert seems to be,
Much in common does it have with the depths of the worlds deepest seas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Sun Bids Goodnight
The sun bids goodnight
Never sorry for leaving
To call its lover
Dancing this eternal dance
Until its life fire dies
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Unusual For Its Heavenly Glory
Unusual for its heavenly glory,
A simple yet wondrous beam of light;
All colors of the spectrum shining bright.
I would have thought it a rainbow,
But for my own eyes.
Sun outlined in a thin veil of clouds–
It could not be restrained
Spilling its multicolored hues upon the earth;
A perfect column leading straight to heaven.
Mesmerized, I gazed open mouthed,
Would I have perceived this prior,
In my haste would I have been as if blind?
Beauties claim is not staked by the material alone,
This I’ve come to realize.
I’ve opened my eyes,
I’ve opened my ears,
I’ve opened my mind,
And was astonished by the effervescent world…
That surrounds me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Great Barnegat Bay
Great Barnegat Bay,
No match for the chill of mighty winter.
Even scarved in saline she cannot withstand its grip
Nor shelter her residents from its icy hand.
Fractured ice flows appear as mirrored plain;
Sea birds scavenge
Spying the cracks and holes for sustenance,
Receiving only a baptism of frigid water in return
Life goes on unfettered beneath her rugged exterior.
Cattails line her shores
Hunched under the weight of snow and ice,
Browned and solid as if petrified.
Nor’easter after nor’easter has taken its toll
Leaving a barren tundra in their wake.
This too shall renew in thaw,
Icy plates melding back into the bay,
Birds once again feasting in their land of plenty,
Cattails finding the strength to stand straight in the warming winds.
Nay this will not be the last,
Her life blood destined to repeat this dance in natures echo,
Yet she perseveres despite all she endures.
This has gone on for time immemorial,
Making her hard–
Strong as steel, unwavering in her resolve.
Still under a summer sun she softens,
Gentle in her warm embrace,
Diamonds reflecting off her fluid gown,
She is a lady,
Loved and cherished by all who know her.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bougainvillea
Image Credit: mnartists.org
Beautiful, succulent and fragrant
Petals of hot pink
Hiding angers scorn
Not so unlike a woman wronged
Fighting back with female wiles
Resisting with all her might
Bondage of natures torture
Scarred and gnarled by fires storm
Starved and thirsted she lingers on
Reaching, reaching ever higher
Limbs reaching for heavens gate
‘Til chopped low to arid ground
Faking death only to rise from the ashes
Returning to her noble stance
Blooming in summer solstice
Bathed in perfumed flowers sweet
Leaves of green hide thorns to bleed
Arms reaching ever skyward
Praying for peace amongst hellish fury
Born to a life most undeserving
Troubled mistress Bougainvillea
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storm Clouds Part – A Tanka
Storm clouds part to blue
Grass blades glisten emerald green
As golden sun sets
Casting a heavenly glow
All is right with the world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Specks Of Dust
Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers
Float in and out of lemon colored rays.
Where did they come from and where are they going?
What were they before they were this,
The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,
Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert
Or from the gardens in my backyard.
They seem eager to get where they are going,
Stopping for nothing or no one,
Determined in their own mindless way,
Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.
Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?
Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,
Then just as quickly they are gone,
Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,
Watching us as we go about our lives.
Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,
But something more, something alive or animated.
Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,
One which we could only hope to aspire too,
Perfection in miniature,
Just maybe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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