Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, fall foliage, haiku, leaves, New England, New York, paved, poems, poetry, reflection, river road on September 16, 2018| Leave a Comment »
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By my road
Was the river road
Paved with leaves.
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The photo is mine, taken in 2017 during a trip to the Northeast to see the fall foliage.
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
Posted in My Poems, tagged ambience, bard on the hill, colors, Dennis Allen Lange, fall foliage, float, glaring summer sun, harshness winter, leaves, north wind blows, poems, poetry, The Autumn Rain on November 13, 2017| 2 Comments »
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I love the slowness of the autumn rain
That does not pelt like bullets from a storm,
But floats like languid butterflies to gain
A waiting blossom, landing without harm.
I love the ambience of autumn rain
That falls between the glaring summer sun
And harshness of the winter’s frigid pain –
A yearly brilliance that does always stun.
I love the colors of the autumn rain,
When north winds shake the clouds that once were green
And from them fall the leaves that entertain
And soothe our lives till they become serene.
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The photo is mine, taken in Vermont (I think) this fall.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, beauty, blurred, Dennis Lange, eight legs, garden, guard, Haikus, leaves, poems, poetry, spider, teapot short and stout on February 25, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Eight Legs Beat Two
That guard that’s
Guarding the garden
Keeps me out!
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Tea Leaves Leafing
One little
Teapot short and stout.
Tea? I doubt.
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Beauty
Beauty bright;
Beauty distinct and
Even blurred.
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Eight – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/puUthh0/in+the+back+garden27
Tea – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/puUtqWw/in+the+back+garden26
Beauty – photo by Dez Pain at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf1c7rC/Purple+Flower+Over+Water
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
Posted in My Poems, tagged ants, autumn, bard on the hill, behemoth, dinosaur, elephants, fall foliage, forest feet, gray ghosts, jealous brothers, Joseph's coat of many colors, leaves, Nature's safe preserver, poems, poetry, rhymed, rhythm, The Smoky Mountains, traditional, wordpress blog on November 7, 2015| 3 Comments »
Gray ghosts afar, like elephants,
…More massive than the men
Who gaze with awe upon the wall
…That rises from earth’s den.
Green-coated shoulders, forest feet –
…The sight as one draws near;
And donned in Autumn – Joseph’s coat,
…That jealous brothers jeer.
Ridged behemoth, cloaked dinosaur
…Whose crested, arching back
We crawl upon like helpless ants,
…So tiny in attack.
Receding Nature’s safe preserve,
…The soul’s would-be retreat
If one finds how to get away
…From all the other feet.
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The photo is mine, taken on a trip through Smoky Mountains
National Park last month (Oct., 2015).
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
Posted in My Poems, tagged autumn, cling, Dennis Lange, fall, horn, leaves, meter, poems, poetry, rhyming, rhythm, sparrows, Spring, traditional, whisper, whistle, Wind Asks on November 10, 2014| 3 Comments »
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………………………..Wind Asks
The breath of the morning is testing the leaves;
It’s whipping through trees as it wanders and weaves.
It blows like a whistle; it blasts like a horn;
It whispers; it tickles; it moves branch and thorn.
The sparrows that perch in the trees as they dance
All wonder in whispers how likely the chance
That leaves, little leaves, have now learned so they know
Why wind with wild whistling does over them blow?
The answer’s a question the wind has in mind,
And blowing is how it the answer will find.
It’s wanting to know of the leaves: fall or spring?
And blowing will find if they fall or they cling.
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photo by Hanspeter Klasser at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ojvEN4q/forest+in+autumn+4
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, blossoms, bluebells, Dennis Lange, hummingbirds, It's Spring!, leaves, mated redbirds, petals, poems, poetry, rainbow river on April 4, 2014| 1 Comment »
It’s Spring!
The pastures dead in winter live;
The grass and all the trees
Are shades of green – glorious green!
That ripple in the breeze.
Each tree is one grand blossomed bloom;
Green petal-leaves abound.
A carpet layer also laid
Fresh carpet for the ground
It’s spring! – the yellow, gold, and blue,
The purple, white and red!
It seems a rainbow river runs
Within earth’s riverbed.
It’s spring! It’s spring! New life springs forth;
It bubbles like a brook.
The colors burst into the world,
“At me! No, me! Just look!”
A pair of mated redbirds flash;
The little bluebells ring.
The hummingbirds are back to flit –
It’s spring! It’s spring! It’s spring!
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photo by Betty Wolverton-George at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxw6cIU/Glory+of+Spring
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
The Bard on the Hill 