broken limbs of trees
Copyright © 2021-02-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
(NaHaiWriMo 2021, Day 19)
the blooms have faded
autumn rains have turned to snow
petals cased in ice
seeds fall into winter’s arms
to wake up with spring’s sunlight
Copyright © 2020-10-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.
like a vapor trail
barely visible against
the sky…too far
away to hear a sound
as life begins and ends
Copyright © 2018-01-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Silence.
Looking forward to a beautiful day!
brilliant on the snow
morning light on ice crystals
Copyright © 2018-01-09, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
And I seem to have caught the WP daily post prompt for today. Huh!
The out-of-doors seems
so far away in winter
except when winds howl
sharp cold prepares the glass
for frost to frame the pictures
[tanka and photograph]. Copyright © 2018-01-03, by Lizl Bennefeld.
winter’s frost etchings
decorate the front window
thanks to old Jack Frost
nightmares drawn on window panes
the horror of 40 below
Copyright © 2017-12-28, by Lizl Bennefeld, North Dakota U.S.
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.
Bunny, did you knock upon
the door at five A.M.
hoping that Samantha would
come out to play, again?
The door I did not open,
though the kitchen lights were on.
I let Samantha sleep and dream
fond dreams of you and summer’s fun.
You wake up all the neighborhood
when you two join in play.
She hounds you through the yard
and through the back fence, she will bay.
And then I grab my trusty shawl
and hunt around for shoes
and wonder what the neighbors think
of all the noise…the two of you!
“Best Friends”. Copyright © 2016-01-12,
by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.