A Different View

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A Different View

The rain falls on my canopy
a pitter-patter so serene
time gets lost inside these woods
where everything is mossy green.

Once the storm has taken hold
illuminating the darkening sky
animals escape to their cozy dens
they run for cover, but not I.

I drink deeply of this gift
rainy weather won’t phase me
I patiently wait for the sun’s return
to grow into a bigger tree.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

The art is mine called Magic Forest. Covering prompts 2 and 3, with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and shared with Poets United.

For Every Flower

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For Every Flower

For every flower, let there be a bumblebee
as spring showers bring us sweet flowers
bees covered in pollen to their very knees
zig zagging back to the hive again.
For every flower, let there be a bumblebee
my garden blooms and is calling
flying with wings too small for their bodies
covered in black and yellow furry stripes
producing honey for you and me.
We must stop our use of pesticides
so every flower will have a bumblebee.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This is a photograph I took on a bike ride when a bumblebee landed on my sweatshirt during a bench break. It was very large and but didn’t have any pollen yet. I animated it with a sparkle effect.

This is my first time trying a Fold form with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Haiku #12217

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haiku #12217

a flood of rain storms
quenched California’s thirst
the drought is over

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This winter we’ve been getting inches of rain and the snow fall is insane. For the first time in years, the experts are saying our drought is over at least in northern CA.

Photography by me, that is a rainbow I could see from my comfy chair in my living room. Surely proof the drought is over!

Written with Haiku Horizons.

Life Is No Picnic

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Life Is No Picnic

Some people say
life is no picnic
I disagree.

You spread your blanket in a nice place
lay out the small feast
hope for good weather
look forward to the food.

A layer between you and the ground
the blanket is security
protection and comfort
hopefully, it doesn’t have any holes.

The weather can change
in just minutes
thunder clouds rolling in
complications arise
you are powerless to change it
can’t fight the elements.

Food is emotional and sexy
pleasurable and addictive
it feeds your most inner being
all before it enters your belly
sometimes it doesn’t agree with you.

Then the bugs come
they sting and bite
at the very least they attack your food
they crawl all over your picnic
quite uncomfortable
don’t bug me
isn’t enough.

Some people say
life is no picnic
I disagree.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and sharing with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Rain On My Mind

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spring brings rain
rain brings flowers
rain on my mind

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many rainy days
my unused bicycle
glares at me

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walking in a storm
gust of wind
steals my umbrella

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rain on the bay
San Francisco
plays hide and seek

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caught in a downpour
raindrops tap me on the shoulder
they say, “get inside”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Haiku Horizons and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.