May Magnolia trumpet
Summer approaching
another moment passing
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© James R (Jim) Martin – Photographs and words.
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A photograph can be a Haiku without words.
Afternoon gray clouds crowding
patches April blue sky
Trees wave green greetings
Crow on a roof peak
Squawks presence loudly
Indifferent Blue Jay waits
May Magnolia trumpet
Summer approaching
another moment passing
Photographs and words by James (Jim) Martin ©2016
Life is not a simple
choice between
deciding yes or no,
picking black or white.
There, hidden
among the many
shades of gray, lies
a journey through
cascading colors,
inspirational ideas,
challenging choices,
lusty loves,
possible paths
twists, turns,
secret sounds
magical music,
and those mystical
moments that no
words dare describe.
JRM
The morning chill finally shrugged off
Café espresso works again
The bones and the flesh warm
The mind returns to thinking
An Angers morning in France
My birthday year begins
Again, in my adopted country
Old stone walls, warming slowly
Perhaps a day in the country
Driving through old vineyards
A cool and crisp Chenin Blanc
Why not,it’s France after all
Still later, a romp à pied
Always the surest way to explore
It’s a country woven of diversity
Melded together through la cuisine
Why not wash new memories down
With a lovely wine de région
Perhaps a lovely tarte à pomme
Lively company to share with
And yet another séjour à France
To mark my “anniversaire”
We call them birthdays at home
And so begins my next year!
Linda Rubin
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Autumn dancing in
the honey locust, clinging
still to golden days.
Now naked branches
Prepare their slender state,to
Dance frosty tangos
Chubby, cherry-red doves
Inside on this snowy day
Warm and toasty we.
suzanne m steiner – photo by Jim Martin
By Linda Rubin
Paused in the shade
The knowing ivy drinks in the moisture I only smell
Rich with green life
Whose gift flows through stems and leaves
Makes for me a canopy
Shades the sun, cools the earth beneath
Simply nature at home
Taking its place among the neighborhood of trees and bushes and grass
I walk only through it
Am I of it
I feel but a guest
Invited to look
Nay to keep
Morning
by Linda Rubin
Time-always marked
This morning
Christmas
Reflections-like a mirror
Stomachs still full
Digesting the memories
Hearts full as stomachs
Emotions, contact, meaning
Ties, bonds, commonality
Across space
Intersecting
Heartening
Full
Another year
Memories
Next
Time
By Linda Rubin
time stands
in front of me
behind it sits
my move
always
it seemed
starting new
not before
all ahead
fresh
rebirth
forward
ready
A poem by Linda Rubin
Relationships flicker by as light
Stops for a look
Leaves and splintered wood basks in their touch
Only staying a minute or a second
Time measures it’s metered rest
Poof and we are returned to earthly tomes
To ponder the thoughts coming
Stopping them can’t be done
Trying stops shortly
Only remain the thoughts
Building houses in the space
Left by occasional voids
Conscious openings laying the framework
Tidying up after layers added
The door locked for now