Cardinal: A Tritina
Sitting in the evergreens tilting back his proud head to voice
his cry, he takes wing.
With his blood red wings he proudly
stands out from the white sky, his voice
floating to me. His melodic voice
rises and falls with the rhythm of his wings
and all hear his pride.
I stand, silent, listening to the proud Cardinal, voicing the welcome of winter, as his wings beat against the vast sky.
By: Becca T LA#5
Snow: A Tritina
I watch from my window as the silent world outside receives its first snow,
with snowflakes perfect and white.
I know in the morning a new white blanket will cover the ground changing the world in one silent night, into a wonderland of snow.
As I wake I see the snow glistening in the branches, hiding the green with white, and all is undisturbed and silent.
I look at my new silent world and long to prance about on the fresh white snow.
By: Becca T LA#5
Trees: A Tritina
Standing tall in silence
listening and watching,
remembering yet not telling.
Oh, what would they say, if only they would tell.
But still they stand in silence,
holding onto memories and creating more as they survey the world, always watching.
Always learning, listening, and watching,
yet never telling.
Never revealing and always keeping a silence.
What have these trees seen in their watching? What would they tell? Would they only break their silence?
By: Becca T LA #5
Wind: A Tritina
Meandering, gentle and soft twisting through trees,
floating under, over and around, whispering to the lonely corners.
Closing in from all corners,
causing soft leaves to dance and float.
Holding songs of the forest, floating them to me.
Filling the corners of my mind with places I’ve never been, gently, softly.
The wind, that sends my mind floating in a soft dream with quiet songs, takes me to into the corners of my imagination.
By: Becca T LA#5
Stars: A Tritina
Shining on me from the heavens,
a light in the dark,
my comfort in the night.
The silent night,
adorned with the lights from the heavens,
glowing like beacons in the dark.
The writing of past, present and future on the dark,
holding the night as if the fingers of heaven.
The stars watching down on me, glowing in the dark of night, are embellishing the heavens above.
By: Becca T LA#5
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