even the sparrow….Haiku/Tanka

a relentless snow
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drifts in consuming whiteout…
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will i disappear,
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succumb to the vampire wind
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that would drain my soul to numb?
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these eyes half open
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in waking hibernation,
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this heart a frail beat.
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a frozen flatline…
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waiting in emotional
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ambiguity
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for the morning Sun
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to light… this desolate sky…
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to wake… from this sleep…
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the ambivalent
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stare dead eyed past the wounded.
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yet time and again
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your brown eyes warm my shadows,
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and mend these oft broken wings.
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Hope turns skyward now…
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beyond… this Season of Fear…
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snow… falls ever white…
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and Winter’s death has it’s Spring,
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even the sparrow… finds food.
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watercolor pencil, pencil,
black and white marker,
white acrylic paint
12″x 12″ vellum paper,
sourced from various pics
and my imagination
click for larger image

respite…….the day the leaves fall

dear friends…these two poems were always planned to be companion pieces, i was just waiting for ‘the day the leaves fall’ to combine them. oddly enough, the day ‘respite’ posted, the wind played it’s part. this beautiful instrumental played it’s part as well, the second poem was written to the tempo of the music. if you pick it up, passages in the poem should coincide with crescendos in the song. ty, and i hope you enjoy!
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respite.
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the still Autumn wind
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suspending leaves in… mid fall,
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resting in blue sky….
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the day the leaves fall.
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because only a milisecond

separates stillness from storm

shrill winds suddenly howling as

sleepy worlds sleep, stripping

bare all we know.

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each Autumn leaf

and warming palette of life,

my safe womb under canopy

is such beauty discarded.

trampled like litter,

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along streets

and on sidewalks.

because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

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and the squirrels

they quicken their forage

fast finding bounty,

and begging for handouts,

before first frost concretes soil.

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because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

a flourescent white sky

is falling upon me

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is blinding

these eyes, has

brittled these bones.

the ground shifts unstable

my thoughts are unsteady,

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foul memories haunt me

the feared shapelings of doubt.

ghastly spirits gather,

like ghosts they’re in hiding.

and lurk in grey clouds,

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bleeding in

and… bleeding out.

because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

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oh

sing your song to me

my sweet songbird of seasons

beckon me Homeward

my loyal siren of Love

i hear your melody,

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as i stand pale among trees.

our colors erased,

and our hearts are in doubt.

cradle me warm in your

down feathered embrace,

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nestle me closer as

the winds now are scowling!
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because

everything…. changes,

the day…. the leaves… fall.

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‘aint no cure…Haiku

stopped at a red light
this hot and humid morning
a clean well dressed man

decked out in Ray Bans
and Rock and Roll attitiude
plays his air guitar

right on the corner!
i guess we’re his audience
’cause he’s not all shy

strummin’ his windmill
and doin’ his best Pete Townsend
impression for us

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it’s September now
there is a shift in the wind
of changing seasons

Autumn will arrive
overnight without warning
perfect hand holding

and jacket weather
a painter’s color palette
of richly hued days

but this sun loving
psyche is seeing red flags
among the colors…

my conditioned response
of winter’s foul history…
soul draining darkness…

lonely bitter winds
through this heart and empty arms…
of sad memories

better left buried…
sunless days that never end,
the grey after grey

white season of fears…
the unfairness of Winter
following Autumn…

so the light turns green…
but i’m not ready yet to
give up on Summer!

i say farewell my
street mime air guitar hero!
and i thank you for

snapping me out of
air conditioned stupor
down go the windows!

because there ‘aint no
cure for my Summertime Blues
but sun and hot air!
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s.a.d.ness

Sunless skies, endless
grey clouded over grey crusted
snow, creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.

Winter, a slow
death by it’s thousand windy cuts
an imperceptable emotional fade, and
so few words shared between them.

Purple and orange
in full bloom now swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, and
memories of their languid summer days.

Teal sky days that
started warm and ended warmer,
their uninterrupted steady sun and their
sleeveless shirts and moist sweaty skin.

Sun, her kiss
once assured his unsteady heart. So many
purple and orange reasons to be hopeful but
March, always the cruel reminder.

written March 2013
revised FOR April 2013
this poem was submitted
to 20 Lines A Day prose and
poetry challenge for April.
http://anexerciseindiscipline.com/2013/04/13/s-a-d-ness/