April is Global/National Poetry Writing Month. Writing a poem a day.
First 7 days of poems
fir trees stand guard at the head of the trail leading to the peak greening meadows celebrate the return of warmth and sunlight spring melt runoff jumps from rock to rill to laughing mountain streams [sijo.] copyright © 2022-04-01, by lizl bennefeld.
again I can hear robins singing from their trees springtime's dawn [haiku.] copyright © 2022-04-02, by lizl bennefeld.
late at night waiting for morning mourning [haiku.] copyright © 2022-04-03, by lizl bennefeld.
frost on last year's grass sleet and snow promised by noon going into night the March lion has taught April lambs how to roar and bite [tanka.] copyright © 2022-04-03, by lizl bennefeld. [An old English proverb: "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb."] moonlight on the waves as far as my eyes can see pebbles on the shore I still hear you whispering that you someday will return [tanka.] copyright © 2022-04-04, by lizl bennefeld. out in the rainstorm rooks play "King of the Castle" laughter and wet wings [haiku.] copyright © 2022-04-05, by lizl bennefeld. late at night thoughts start to wander down worn paths ponder choices...like what to think of death it does not matter what path thoughts might take make your choice we'll know or we won't... trust laughter and love [micropoetry/tanka pair.] copyright 2022-04-06 by lizl bennefeld. raindrops on the wind intermixed with ice and snow melting as they fall wind gusts brush the window panes as I fall back into sleep [tanka.] copyright 2022-04-06 by lizl bennefeld. passion does not become me, although I stand in stillness when the mourning doves share their sorrows, and my hot tears flow free I feel the Earth's pulsing heart beat in rhythm with the sea [sijo.] Copyright © 2022-04-07/08, by Liz Bennefeld.