Ironwood Blossoms

Ironwood blossoms

Fragrant after spring time rains

Victim of summer

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Welcome Warmth Returns

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Welcome warmth returns

Sunshine and short sleeves abound

Early desert spring

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Summer’s Heat, July

Summer’s heat, July

Birds…bees sing their joyful songs

By nature’s design.

Sadly we too oft’ ignore

Beauty that lay before us.

 

Distracted by life

All just to try to survive

We get very lost.

Perhaps if we took a step back

What we’re missing would be found.

 

Look to the sky, grass,

Look to the simplicity in life

For what’s important.

This is what Mother gave us

To keep from going insane.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Clawing and Scratching (Haiku)

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.

Green, It Bursts From Barren Bone

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 ~~

 

Buds

 

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 ~~