bright colors faded
sharp patterns in black and tan
singular designstark beauty in the sunlight
caught up by the autumn glow
Copyright © 2021-02-16, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo, Day 17)
Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay.
Tag: autumn
October’s cold | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Challenge 329
Wind rivers, wild seeds
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.
Colored leafs in rain
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.
I Promise You | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Challenge 325 Calm+Storm
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 325 CALM & STORM
the calm and quiet
at the center of the storm…
there are flowers stillautumn leaves, the scent of rain
after winter comes the spring
Copyright © 2020-09-28, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Promises of Snow | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Challenge Pure&Serene
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #270 Pure&Serene
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 for the Sky (a retrospective)
“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
betweenone breath
and
the nextthe mind hesitates,
then says, No more
and the body says,
No more…
and neither
takes that one last breath
“Reaching Together for the Sky”. Copyright © 2017-10-14, by Elizabeth W. (Lizl) Bennefeld.
Sleet and Snow, Hunger and Strike : #RonovanWrites #Haiku
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger
winds cry with hunger…
sleet strikes roof and windowpanes
threatening snowa blaze in the fireplace
lends its comfort to the nightCopyright © Liz Bennefeld, 29 October 2018.
Leaves and Starlight | RonovanWrites Haiku 224 Art and Compass
#RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #224 Art&Compass
icy fingers brush
the hillside trees with color
rabbit seeks his nestnature compasses the night
with artful clouds and starlight
Copyright © 2018-10-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Twilight
gathering darkness
a stream of crows overhead
cries in the night
Copyright © 2018-10-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Day 29: Whatever it takes | #NaPoWriMo
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 windsgreen 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.
Evening Silence #poem
brown leaves rest
on remnants of common chives
too old to harvestsilent passing of the seasons
toward the end of all timeCopyright © 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.
Regatta
golden leaves sail by
impelled by beams of sunlight…
autumn regattawhere leaves fall, wee mice curl up
sleeping warm in comfy beds
Copyright 2010/2017, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Blizzard Warning | #RonovanWrites no. 178
Blizzard Warning trees bend in the wind
December blizzard warning
rain to ice…now, snowbetter thoughtful than daring
better careful than bold
Copyright © 2017-12-04,
by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.
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Cloudy Passage, A Prose Poem
“Cloudy Passage”
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.
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