The Mist - Day 3

The Mist

After the rain fell

A soft mist hugged the mountain

Like a mother's touch

A quilt over its shoulders

Comfort on a cold damp night.

Caren E. Salas

Day 3 of NOVPAD: Robert Lee Brewer's prompt for this one was a "blanket" poem. I loved how open this one was. It could mean a literal blanket, a blanket statement or even a blanket of mist...

Giants

I've been struggling a bit lately, but thanks to Robert Lee Brewer and his website, I was inspired to write this. It helps of course that we recently took a trip to Yosemite National Park (one of the most beautiful places in the world).  The prompt was to write a poem from the prospective of a "group", people, animals, organisms, inanimate objects etc. I immediately thought of the giant redwoods in the Mariposa Grove. So here it is.

Giants

Only the wind knows
The secrets we have hidden
Deep within our cores.
Whispering to the breeze, we reach
To the sky and scrape the clouds

Until tears begin
To fall down. Down to the ground
Seeping into roots,
They are drawn up through our souls
Quenching every last needle,

Delivering life
As we spread our branches wide
And embrace the sun,
Watching over the world with
Eagles and angels alike.


Caren E. Salas

Day 4 - History (of sorts)

Redwood

If only I could read the rings

From your heart out to your skin,

And swiftly fly through time and see

The secrets there within.

If I could just have seen the life

From your trunk, to needles green,

And close my eyes awhile and glimpse

A magic never seen.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

Day 2: Water

VERNAL FALL

Like countless snow white buffalo

Crashing helpless as they fall,

While roars like ancient dinosaurs

Echo on the valley wall,

The glacier's last rememberings

Humble all who may insist

On climbing stones left slippery

By eternal rainbow mist.

On God's enormous boulder pile

Worn by current force and years,

The sky high pines grow greener

From the rivers constant tears.

And the glacier's last rememberings

Speak to all who listen still.

The power of the waterfall

Holds life and death at will.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)