The morning sky looked like a battlefield,
As blue and gray arose and fought each other—
A replay of the war against the brother.
By and by the gray began to yield.
Blue won the day, but gray returns tomorrow;
Umbrellas up, for the sky will cry its sorrow.
What’s in a Name
Each day the view is different, yet the same
The flowers take their turns at turning out
I still don’t know the species all by name.
A new one lately has begun to sprout;
Unknown, I still enjoy it just the same.
An amaryllis, I have little doubt,
If leaf and stalk, and color can define.
A few more days, the blossom will be full,
As daily it receives both rain and shine.
Though nameless, it shall still be beautiful.
Flying Lessons
Mother eagle knows it’s time—
Shows him how to fly;
Pushes him from out the nest—
Will he fall and die?
No. For mother swoops beneath,
And she does not tarry.
When he calms his fears and rests
On her wings, she’ll carry,
Through the wind his form sustain,
Start the lesson once again.
Starry Night
The midnight sky was clear last night,
Full moon illumined the ground;
The heavens were a wondrous sight—
Sparkling stars shone all around.
I stood there gazing at the sky,
Entranced by their steadfastness;
A shooting star sailed quickly by,
But changed not heaven’s vastness.
Star-studded heavens like forever are—
My life as brief as that small shooting star.
Sunny Morning
Clouds drift lazily in the blue,
Love-sick birds in branches meet,
First one honeybee, now a few
Come to gather nectar sweet.
Chirps and trills fill the air with song,
Stirring wind chimes lend their voice.
I could stay out here all day long,
Bask in sunlight and rejoice.
Housework calls, and yet I feel no sorrow—
I’ll come back outside again tomorrow.
Ocean
Daylight diamonds dance
Atop a wavy surface—
Blue-green waterbed
Nocturnal Song
Hear the night bird woo
Making much ado
Calling “Whoo, halloo”
To his sweetheart true
Golden Hush
Autumn leaves astir
Whispering their golden hush
Winter’s on its way
Autumn leaves astir
Laughing in the chilly breeze
Thankful for the sun
Whispering their golden hush
Summer work is done
Soon it’s time to rest
Winter’s on its way
Another leaf turns loose
And floats to the ground
November 1, 2017 ~ Troiku
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Motivated by Linda Lee Lyberg after reading her Troiku: Hunter, and following the link she provided to learn more about this fascinating form.
Photo courtesy of Encore Enterprises, 2017.
Carolina Wren
Meandering
Throughout the forest glen
One chilly morn in early spring,
I spied a wounded Carolina wren.
His rusty plumage
Had its own allure
And blended nicely with his roomage.
Such imperfection never looked so pure.
He had a broken wing,
But still he chose to sing.
Storm Surge
Fervid winds blew all night long—
Insurgent tide
Swamped riverside;
And all the while rain sang her song
While bridges swayed,
Made men afraid.
As morning dawned, the storm grew still,
Yet river’s swell
Remained to tell—
So your love fills me—always will.
