Tag Archives: nature

5 Joys When Joyless

Purple 5 five

Dr. Tanya continues her #5Things series this week by asking what are the little things that can make me smile when I’m having a bad day. Some images contain multiple joys!

dramatic sunset
rainbow piano keys music notes
gatsby kitty cat love hearts
Book tea cookies
beach daughters sisters
They’re not so little now!

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

One-Liner Wednesday

leaves frozen ice stones

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”~ Emily Brontë

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After the Rain

Flower bells rain

Breathless reflection
Contemplating solitude
In petrichor bliss

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Haiku inspired by some paint colors here and dedicated to those in Ian’s path.

Thunderstorm

couple storm lightning

Serpents cloud the sky
Strike at unfaithful lovers
Thunderstorm justice

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Haiku written for Moonwashed Musings (thunderstorm).

Lightning Lover

Storm lightning thunder purple

He’s flashy and loud
Brings all the drama to town
He does not strike twice
Or so they say but still I
Wait outside with copper wire

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Tanka written for Tanka Tuesday (the nature of lightning).

September’s Song

Autumn fall flowers bouquet

The whisper of a cool breeze reminds me that sultry summer dreams are coming to an end. I welcome brown sugar oatmeal, crisp apple days, and cozy blanket snuggles. My cup overflows with the pumpkin spice of life.

Autumnal palette
Orange amber magenta
Brightens longer nights

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Haibun written for dVerse Poets September Song.

Letting Go

Fitzgerald quote

Apples, nutmeg, pumpkin pie,
Cinnamon-sprinkled afternoons…
I’m learning how to say goodbye
Under a sky full of lost balloons.
October bakes up crisp and sweet;
Old friends stop to say hello;
Leaves crunch softly at my feet–
There’s beauty in the letting go.

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Double quatrain written for WQW (fall or autumn).

Emberglow

autumn leaves

Summer slips out softly,
Leaving a trail of emberglow.
Warm memories of golden days
Will be savored like drops of honey
Sweetening steaming tea
When the chill winds swirl in.
Shadows lengthen on the walls
And nights grow long again,
But in my mind’s photo album
We are forever young,
Plucking seashells from the sand
And waiting for something
To begin.

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

I decided to start using paint chip names for poetic inspiration again, though not necessarily on Fridays as I did previously (still using my PCF tag just because). These will happen whenever the mood strikes and an image from my library calls out for some new lines. I’m using the wall of colors from Sherwin-Williams. Join me if you like.

Seasonal Change

autumn leaves

A rainbow of leaves
The whisper of intention
New pathways appear

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Haiku written for Ronovan’s Challenge (using a synonym for aim).

The Man Who Loved Elephants

elephants

I once fell in love with a man who loved elephants, though he’d never seen one in the wild. We yearn for what we can’t buy with a trinket and a smile. It’s easy to love a creature from afar or something that’s been placed in a zoo behind bars. And who doesn’t love elephants? With ears like butterflies and memories for a thousand years, their sweet nature brings us to tears. Gentle grey giants, vegetarians, agrarian, softly swaying trunks, never a threat to the men with the guns. We prize their ivory but not their child-rearing skill; what we fail to understand we tend to want to kill. And the man who loved elephants? He’s gone off on a safari for perfection, a woman who obeys without question, a lovely slave to his affection. I imagine him out there with his binoculars, under the burned out stars, waiting in the tall grass, his ideals remaining steadfast, long past sunset, listening for a distant trumpet…

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©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3 Prompt 19 (love and/or elephants in a prose poem).