Spring fever

This year spring brought a mixture of feelings: restlessness, weariness, and anticipation, to name a few. I searched ‘spring fever’ and discovered that it is a phenomenon with contrasting definitions.  It can be a surge in energy and vitality; or show up as low energy and weariness.  In German there is a word for the weary version: ‘Frühjahrsmüdigkeit’ or ‘spring tiredness’.  Lately, frühjahrsmüdigkeit captured my attention, inspiring me to write a haiku, tanka, and a shadorma that uses The Secret Keeper’s five weekly writing prompt words.


Longing to sleep all morning,

Caught by an old dream.

Dirt piles hug road curbs

yellow matted grass scratches

weary witness pines

strains for signs of fresh green shoots

hungrily aches for sunshine.

Spring induced

signs to muse upon,

patience test,

whine and kick–

no store-bought potion will sooth

soul seeking own way.

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Sunday morning stroll

Life gives life,
A path, no promise,
Pulsing beats
Walking minds visit old times,
entertain new views.

In response to Weekly Writing Prompt #24 from the Secret Keeper. The prompt words, to be incorporated into poetry or prose, are: ‘walk, old, promise, view, beat.’ My form is a Shadorma. Happy Sunday!

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Hidden Life of Trees

Beech and oak trees at Appley Park by Naturenet

A forest
gathering of friends.
Peaceful souls
weave branches,
entwine roots, send messages,
whisper through their leaves.

Do my cells
have identities?
Can they live
from my large complex being?
How would they survive?

Who am I?
A cog or the wheel?
Maybe both?
And the trees,
Are they each a soul or part
of a forest's brain?

Recently I was fascinated by an article called: Trees in  the Forest are Social Beingsfeaturing  “The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate – Discoveries From a Secret World“, by Peter Wohlleben, a German forest ranger and best-selling author.  These poems are reflections inspired by the article.

In response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #17:  Shadorma. The theme this week is ‘Trees’ and the form is Shadorma: six lines per stanza with syllable count: 3-5-3-3-7-5.

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Rose layers light the sky


Darkened trees,
branches reach upwards,
mottled rose
lights the sky,
snow-laden billows ascend
relieving my gloom.

Second response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge: ‘Shadorma’ A Shadorma is a six-line poem using a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5.  This shadorma has only one stanza, but the number of stanzas is unlimited for this form.

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Vibrant colours keep winter gloom at bay


In response to Daily Post Photo Challenge: ‘Vibrant’ and Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #15: ‘Shadorma’.


orange marigolds
brighten my
clouded eyes,
Reminding me of treasures
past and soon to come.


Red laughter
from gold molten cores,
Buds reach up
drinking light,
Wild day lily memories
 of bright summer days.

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