I stand on a cliff high above the river,
bathed in the light of a harvest moon,
A misty fog rises off the water,
cool fall air fills my lungs.
Down below a solitary soul waits,
its mournful call swirls and rises with the mist,
Its plea pierces my heart,
as he calls for his mate.
Nights are getting colder,
winter is coming,
instinctively he knows,
with haste they must leave.
Dangerously he stays awhile longer,
survival lost over desire,
finally she appears out of the woods,
a scene to remember.
As this magnificent wolf pair turn to leave,
in the light of the harvest moon,
I realize their journey will be long,
From my now silent place,
high on the cliff,
I promise to be here on the day,
spring welcomes their family home.
In the distance,
Here is my version of Lia Poetic Form- (that doesn’t rhyme):
A Lia is a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab.
low hanging clouds
against blue sky
far in the distance
Laying on your back,
in a field of green,
make of wood,
makes you wonder,
how they stood.
Bobcat Ridge Natural Area-historical buildings – west of Loveland, Colorado.
Life can throw balls that are curvy,
par for the journey.
When twist and turns take hold,
never lose sight of your goal.
Giving up not an option,
acceptance a lack of motion.
Strength is going forward,
trying your best the reward.
Playing with poetry: Two Worders (again from Jane at Just Another Nature Enthusiast)
Each line in the poem can contain only two words. A separate thought about the chosen topic is expressed in each line. From- For the Love of Language; by Nancy Lee Cecil
Similar words that I used in Japanese Lantern Poem: