Silence of winter
Snow falling softly to earth
Reminder of peace
In a world full of torment
In this we must take solace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silence of winter
Snow falling softly to earth
Reminder of peace
In a world full of torment
In this we must take solace
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Snow covered meadow,
Footprints,
Invisible animals
The only signs of life.
How peaceful is winter’s blanket
From behind frosted window pane.
Harshness tempered by modernity
Heat, Wisp of steam
Floral scent of herbal tea filling the air.
Thankful to be witnessing
Beauty and cruelty,
From the comfort of home.
.~~ 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 ~~
Just as time passes
So to do nature’s seasons
Winter comes calling
~~ 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.
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 ~~
Falling, falling down
Landing back to mother earth
Children home to roost
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crystal purity
Floats down from a slate grey sky
Covering man’s filth
Trying to bring back the past
While wiping the canvas clean
~~ 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 ~~