Great horned owl, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Though summer is coming, it isn’t quite here;
Orion and Hercules burn bright and clear
In skies that are frigid and velvet and deep,
While work-weary humans drift off into sleep.
An owl in the desert stands guard near her nest—
To keep her foes wary, she puffs out her chest.
When summertime finally comes with fierce heat,
Both winter and spring will go down in defeat.
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”
Saguaro cacti at daybreak on a spring morning, Pinal County, Arizona
A gloomy winter day,
a day for looking forward
to the promise of spring
(yes, even stones)
begins to soften
and flowers give off
an achingly wonderful fragrance.
She can smell them already—
grape hyacinths, daffodils and tulips—
or is that the dish detergent?
Suddenly a cargo truck roars by
in the street outside her window,
jolting her out of her reverie.
“How easy to act the fool,”
she murmurs to her cat,
then scrubs the crust
from her only plate.
Seedpod of the nightshade, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
~~ 1 ~~
a runty spring lamb
falls prey to two hungry wolves—
the blood-spattered snow
~~ 2 ~~
pressed close together
two siblings tremble with fear—
first storm of winter
~~ 3 ~~
bitter winter’s night—
she prowls about the hallways
unable to sleep
~~ 4 ~~
inhaling the haunting scent
as we sip our tea
~~ 5 ~~
the first snowflakes remind her
of life’s brevity
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Sunday’s Whirligig #93
More Poetry Pantry #335 at Poets United
Good morning, dear insectivore,
Are you looking for your lunch?
Crickets, gnats and flies to crunch?
There are tasty ones, I’ve heard, down in Ecuador!
Good day to you, dear carnivore,
Will you gobble down the lamb,
Or content yourself with Spam
Eaten with a silver spoon from the oaken floor?
Best of times, dear herbivore!
All the plants you suck and chew
Surely will bring luck to you—
Lettuces and succulents, growing near the door!
And you, my dearest omnivore,
Surely you crave anything!
In summer, winter, fall or spring
Taking nourishment’s the thing that you most adore!
It’s picnic time in Anthill Town,
Some go up, and some go down,
Sniffing for a summer treat,
Something good and something sweet.
Haiga, haiku, rhyming poem, and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Picnic”
Mourning dove, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Intermittent rainstorms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona