the fresh breath of winter–dVerse OLN

the fresh breath of winter

shimmering snowfall
still water, frozen beauty
warming arid hearts

gazing on and on
reverent winter wonder
bare trees bow toward earth

nature’s white embrace
crystals sparkle silvery
beneath winter’s sun

Written and posted for dVerse Open Link Night–Join us at the poetry pub!

Photo: David Slotto
Mt. Whitney, California

Purple Mountain Majesty–Color My World

Photo: David Slotto

Photo: David Slotto

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Photo: David Slotto

Photo: David Slotto–Mt. Whitney, Eastern Sierra, California

gaia convulses
gives birth to massive mountains
strength is born in pain

Linked to Jennifer Nichole Wells prompt:  Color My World Purple Mountains Majesty

 

Iris

Photo: David Slotto

Photo: David Slotto

iris

bearded irises

like so many tongues of fire

consume my garden.

 

Photo: wikipedia

Photo: wikipedia

earthworm 

digging damp spring soil,

i disrupt your enterprise;

back to work my friend.

 

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Patti Wolfe invites us to share our Microworlds. I’ve spent the better part of the past week or more in the garden, so this was perfect timing.

Weekly Photo Challenge–Texture

This is my first time participating in WordPress.com’s Weekly Photo Challenge. The prompt is Texture, which is, along with color, at the top of my favorite’s when considering the elements artists carry in their “tool boxes.”

Texture is all around us–smooth, coarse, rough, silky, actual, implied…think of the importance of the sense of touch to a person who is visually impaired. Here are a few textures I noticed on our daily walk today in our neighborhood:

 

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Succulent–a Haiku

though you seem prickly

smooth touch, each single petal,

but sharp on the tips.

 

 

 

 

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Hibiscus–a Haiku

your color seduces,

showcases, contrasts sun’s dance,

look to the center.

 

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Lava Rock

look what you’ve endured–

eons of harshness and heat,

borne through the ages.

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

Old Pick Up Truck

you’re always just “there,”

gathering rust and hist’ry

i want to know more.

Photo: D. Slotto

Photo: D. Slotto

A Pod

nature’s protection

keeping new life safe from harm.

can we say the same?

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

A Rose

silky, smooth petals,

drinking of dew, opening,

sharing her beauty.

 

N.B. I am new to the world of photography, though not of art or poetry.

 

 

Farewell, 2013

Leaves of our trees gave way to bitter cold winds that stripped bare their branches.

A gentle turn of the page—calendars relinquish another year.

Photo: 123rf.com

Photo: 123rf.com

Form

Alan Ginsberg developed a form he called the American Sentence. Using the structure of the haiku as a basis, the poem is built as a single sentence, employing seventeen syllables.

HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE WILD, WILD WEST. MANY GOOD THINGS TO YOU IN 2014. Thank you all for making 2013 a creative, poetic year. Victoria

Photo: Bob937.com

Photo: Bob937.com