Cherita #16

milk spills

toddler strapped
in the high chair cries

kitten purrs and
laps a morning snack
off the hardwood floor

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Rain

rain hits the piano keys
forms melodies
wrung from storms
to the untrained ear
random
but
like woodland-creature footfalls on fresh snow
patterned
by the pulse of life
moving
fleeing
preying
playing
notes of the living
bittersweet, sometimes sweet, sonatas

the dissonant chords
and
consonant chords
dance
in harmonically progressive orbits
that create cloudy tempests

the wind wrings the clouds
and rain falls
striking the piano keys of life

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A Fresh Haiku

calming, midnight sigh

stirs earth’s moon-dusted snow coat

the New Year’s first breath

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Wishing you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year!

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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Falling #2

falling
crystal raindrops
caught by cedars’ needles
and tickling children’s outstretched tongues
taste the cold stores from cloud-frontage breezes
the globe’s iced cocktail is shaken
tempting wonderland play
snow from sky house
falling

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Cherita #15

Nature chokes on smog

her fragile, mortal
breath exhales

industrial toxins escape
in ozone-wasting
expiration

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Whispers

whispers in the willow
through tender branches
crackling
inside ice-sheet wrappings
felt
a promise…
these frigid hours will pass
soon Nature will sigh
her warm spring breaths
that tender branches grasp

~

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Ignite

ignite
small candle’s wick
invisible by day
revealed in heavy shroud of night
in darkest hour, the little flame dances
makes shadows bend and sway, arching
along dry, tinder path
to winter’s hearth
ignite

~

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