bright colors faded
sharp patterns in black and tan
stark beauty in the sunlight
caught up by the autumn glow
Copyright © 2021-02-16, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo, Day 17)
rivers of fall winds…
sounds of animated leaves
rustling in the flow
thistles and milkweed flowers
set loose clouds of seeds to soar
Copyright © 2020-10-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
thunderstorm and winds
sharp sunbeams and weeping trees
raindrops in the pond
ripples chase the trembling lights
and bright leafs through the shadows
Copyright © 2020-10-08, by Liz Bennefeld.
the calm and quiet
at the center of the storm…
there are flowers still
autumn leaves, the scent of rain
after winter comes the spring
Copyright © 2020-09-28, by Lizl Bennefeld.
autumn’s evening shades
serenity of raindrops
clarity of light
promises of winter nights
muted breath of pristine snow
Copyright © Lizl Bennefeld,
2019-09-14. All rights reserved.
“Reaching Together for the Sky”
I believe there comes a time—
wakening from doze or sleep—
when mind and body listen
to each other, and
the mind hesitates,
then says, No more
and the body says,
takes that one last breath
“Reaching Together for the Sky”. Copyright © 2017-10-14, by Elizabeth W. (Lizl) Bennefeld.
winds cry with hunger…
sleet strikes roof and windowpanes
a blaze in the fireplace
lends its comfort to the night
Copyright © Liz Bennefeld, 29 October 2018.
icy fingers brush
the hillside trees with color
rabbit seeks his nest
nature compasses the night
with artful clouds and starlight
Copyright © 2018-10-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
a stream of crows overhead
cries in the night
Copyright © 2018-10-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Brewer: “For today’s prompt, write a response poem. Respond to whatever helps you get your poem written…”
dry leaves dance above—
leaping higher than treetops
stripped by April winds
green shoots kissed by dirt and rain
pledge autumn one more harvest
Copyright © 2018-04-29, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
This poem is in response to a poem not from this challenge, but one that I wrote for the 2008 SFPA poetry contest; the theme was “Energy”. The poem’s title is “Future Freedom”. It’s the second poem on this page of my QuiltedPoetry.net blog.
brown leaves rest
on remnants of common chives
too old to harvest
silent passing of the seasons
toward the end of all time
Copyright © 2017-12-16, by Lizl Bennefeld.
The treasure of silence in nature at the end of daytime. A pause in the day, recurring but each day, a surprise. A bird calls, inserting song into the vacuum of suspended time, and one discovers that there had been—for that still, brief moment—silence.
golden leaves sail by
impelled by beams of sunlight…
where leaves fall, wee mice curl up
sleeping warm in comfy beds
Copyright 2010/2017, by Lizl Bennefeld.
trees bend in the wind
December blizzard warning
rain to ice…now, snow
better thoughtful than daring
better careful than bold
Copyright © 2017-12-04,
by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.
A “V” of 16 geese flew over me, calling out to one another, heading south. The sight and sounds leave me bereft and teary eyed. Saying good-bye to old friends—not knowing if they’ll make it back here in the spring. Not knowing if I’ll still be here to greet them.
“Cloudy Passage”. Copyright © 2016-11-25, by Lizl Bennefeld.
When they leave us, each autumn, I stop to listen to their call. If I can, I step outside to watch them approach, then fly past, calling as they fly. Today they flew above our back yard. It always hurts, their abandonment over winter. I thrill to see and hear the geese as they pass. And when they’ve gone, I almost always cry.