I’ve been on a mission to harass (by photography) any critter that will let me get close.
I have at least three native bees located in the yard, to date. This one is a little bigger than a mosquito.
Just right for Seventeen Syllable Poetry!
each
mountain
is a journey
where I am
is
always
the pinnacle
~
Glory, on a daily basis. The backyard garden.
entangled
though I am
this
is my home
no place
I would
rather be
~
Another picture-poem arising from recent travels. Wildflowers. weeds, flowers growing wild. My target group!
the world
is my
place
I grow
where I will
seed
where I want . . .
salsified
~
4 x 17
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this field of mine
is waving grass
nods
as each breeze
blows
and nods
again
~
I know the way
the grass
will bend
I take my breath
deeply . . .
and
I blow
~
sway
golden green
sway
all of life
is a dance
they say
so sway
once more
~
when you
fall
after
everything
rustle
one last song
sing
to the sky
~
#SeventeenSyllablePoetry
there are days
I enjoy
my work
my life
the good days
and
the better
Found some new grass yesterday morning.
Such a backyard nuisance. Such a pretty flower.
capeweed
a pest
and . . .
a sunflower
together
we will worship
~
A little moss, going a long way.
mossy life
mossy
way
old log beneath . . .
how deeply
are you
sleeping
~
A little lunar/stellar poem in Seventeen Syllables.
all the moons
and
all the stars
still they shine
for you
still you shine
for me
~
How good to be able to contemplate fire!
ice
lives in the heart
of a
ruby
come . . .
dance
in the flames
while we burn
~
Frank Prem Poetry 