May 2020
Breathe deep. Look skyward. Nature reclaims the airways. Forget-me-not blue.
May 2012
Vapour cLouds up high... we scribble the world's future with metal crayons.
Monday Morning #Haiku 202 — Lockdown Sky
Category: Poetry
Perspectives #Haikai
In this space, my form.
Inhale ~ pause ~ exhale.
My moment, that's all.
Close by bumble-bee locked in buzz pollination. Its moment, that's all.
Mid-distant birds swoop upon windwoosh air currents. Their moment, that's all.
Far-off faux hornet, motorcyclist races time. His moment, that's all.
Beyond orbs, dark space. Airless, lightless, void between. Our moments are all.
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#Tanka 47 — Sleeping Snails
Snail shells, ornate, laid bare in February, their seals intact. Succulent shoots break cover; gastropod heaven ascends.
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#Tanka 46 — Coal
Materialised overnight, huge lump of coal in garden border. Inked carbon slick with rainfall, December too warm for snow.
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Trees and Us #Environment #Global warming
Where aged tombstones lean, do you feel the weight of my presence?
Where lichen crusts my face, do you imagine I was ever young?
Where storms erase my name, do you fear your future oblivion?
Where willow fronds cloak me, do you sense I am finally at peace?
I am the beating heart of a tree.
I am the life oxygen you breathe.
I am your past, present, and future.
I am your responsibility.
Do you feel the weight of your presence, when aged tombstones lean?
Do you imagine you were once young, when lichen crusts your face?
Do you fear your future oblivion, when storms erase your name?
Do you sense you are finally at peace, when willow fronds cloak you?
You are the beating heart of a tree.
You are the life oxygen you breathe.
You are your past, present, and future.
You are your responsibility.
Sarah Potter Writes 