Cherry Blossom.

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Have you ever seen the cherry blossom,
dancing in the breeze?
Or felt their silky softness as they grow about the tree?
Have you ever seen their leaves,
as they lose their precious green?
Or seen their earthly red after they have been?
Have you ever watched the petals as they float beneath the sky,
delicately floating they look as though they fly.
Have you ever seen them pile,
rotting all the while,
Pinkness tinged with yellow.
Have you felt them on your toe?
Or picked them from your hair?
Have you ever gave a petal, to show that you do care?
Have you ever seen the cherry blossom…
just dancing through the air?

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

Storm Katie.

Storm Katie, I see that you are here,
your strength the reason for my fear.
Howling winds tearing through the leaves,
swaying side to side through the dying trees.
Storm Katie, I sense that you are angry,
your rage to much for you to see,
as you release torrential rain down into the street.
battering kindly all that you can beat.
Storm Katie, I see your lonesome path,
the reason why your anger means you do not laugh.
I hear you tapping at my door,
fist raging, feet stamping on the floor.
I hear your nails scrapping across the crying glass,
your turmoil so demanding you tear through so very fast.
Storm Katie the light of day has come,
people count the damage and add the final sum.
I see you didn’t like my fencing or my garden gate,
still there are hours till you release this vengeful hate.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Incandescent love of rain.

I dash into the overgrown garden

to grab in drying washing as drops of

rain pebble across the pink fleece.

For a moment I pause and let the

coldness fall onto my face, eyes searching

the skies as this instinctual pleasure rises

in me. I must decide. The dry washing

or a moment spent in utter abandonment.

My soul wins again.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

The warning call as a storm approaches.

The local life guards have put out a public warning,
As winds rise and clouds come storming.
One for in, two for out, or was it two for in and one for out?
Either way that flare was once the life guards shout.
Within minutes they would rush the pier,
Whenever on duty they would always be near.
The bang echoed, silence followed and blessings were said,
As everyone whispered, please let no one be dead.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Raindrops falling.

You are rain,
sleet perhaps,
you do not fall with
the fierceness of
hailstones.
You are the red blush
in my cheeks,
the searing heat
in the tips of my ears.
Your tears fall upon
my glass pane world.
Trailing.
Faltering?
No simply halting.
Reflecting.
Poor drop of frozen
rain, can you not see?
Every path you take,
every path you took.
Look.
Leads to the same end,
no matter how hard
the fall,
no matter how fast
the race.

Karen Hayward ©2016