Roses

I saw this bouquet of roses on a street in Jeju, Korea on a cold spring morning.

{soft babble]

soft babble
by the thicket of bamboo
a mountain stream

Sonnet Sequence

Pic by lisadel65

Introduction:
I have been given an assignment to write a sonnet sequence. Although I protested vehemently, they insisted that the theme must be Love.
It was hard but I have finished the assignment at last. They may not like it but it is their fault; what does someone in his second childhood know about love?


Spring # 1

A red breast’s song proclaims the start of spring;
its sweet tune rings throughout the tranquil hill.
The slumbering trees know that this will bring
an end to their long shivering ordeal.

Although spring buds abound in breezy May,
there’s only one that I in truth adore.
Its elegant charm thoroughly holds sway;
I am ensnared, but joyful to the core.

Winds chase the rain across this chilly land
and branches scream and thrash about in fear.
I watch aghast at my beloved and
on her pale frightened cheek, I see a tear.

A little ruckus can give you a scare
when you’re in love because you learn to care.


Summer # 2

The summer sun, Prince Charming of the sky,
makes his flamboyant entrance in a blaze;
he snares the rainbow with his hot bright rays
and drives away the rain as calm winds sigh.

Enraptured flower buds exclaim: “Oh my!”
as they blush under Charming’s sultry gaze.
This places poor me in a lovelorn haze
for with them is the lovely bud I eye.

The buds hike up their scarlet skirts in dance
as they bloom into beauties of desire;
I am enthralled so I declare my love.

My gorgeous flower looks at me askance
with penetrating eyes that brim with fire,
then cracks that ravishing smile from above.


Fall # 3

Beneath the clear blue sky, she sways each day
to summer’s sultry beat and dazzling sound;
her scarlet skirt in tempting disarray
as she sashays to wild cheers all around.

A wicked glance from her and I am bound
by love’s seductive bond yet I will smile
for if we kiss, her lips will sure astound
and I’ll dream of cavorting down the aisle.

Our love should last for more than just a while
but then the flame inexplicably dies.
Alas, I’m devastated by her guile;
her web of treachery, deceit and lies.

Like fall, our love begins to slowly chill
but in my heart, I truly love her still.


Winter # 4

The cold and piercing winds blow autumn’s gold away
as skeins of migrating geese make a lovely sight.
The sun ignores the angry protests of the night
and trails those migrants therefore cutting short the day.

The flower I adore, her beauty in decay,
sports withered petals that pronounce her faded plight.
Although it’s sad, she recognizes nature’s right
and holds back her tears so as not to show dismay

As fall sails into winter, I plead to the sky,
“Let her lay by my side before we kiss goodbye.”

As we sit by the fire and hark back to the days
when we were on a lark and dancing in the rain,
I am contented, basking in her loving gaze,
‘cause when the snowflakes stop, it will be spring again.




Sonnet forms:

1. English
2. Italian
3. Spenserian
4. French

Pretty posy.

I shot this in the early morning. although it is a common flower, this pretty bouquet caught my attention.

Drain Flowers

I spotted this bunch of flowers growing wild along a drain and thought that they are quite pretty. They must be rather hardy to be able to grow between the cracks and crevices of the cement drain and the tarred road and would look lovely planted along the perimeter of a garden or along the kerb of a walkway. Being hardy, they would not need a lot of attention too. Are these viole

Pining

watching
as you soar with the clouds
pining

Sunrise at the lake.

Propagation

After the fall –
offsprings

Breakfast At The Lake

Rain Tree Café
lofty breakfast with a view
and a flowerish

Jacaranda