forests and meadows
places where my ancestors
and their reindeer roamed
flat prairie and dry rivers
can’t compete with mountain streams
Copyright © 2021-04-01, by Liz Bennefeld.
It has been some time since I updated this blog. I hope that it will not take too long to put things into some order, here. “Patchwork Prose & Quilted Poetry” hearkens back to my mother’s quilting and my incessant writing. I have now only one quilt from her, which is tucked away in the linens cabinet. My sister-in-law in the City has finished another from one of the many quilt tops that Mother had not yet made into functional quilts. Because of the long-term, ongoing problems with travel, the other quilt is still there… not here.
sentries on alert
crows perched in the highest trees
sunrise gathering
Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.
winter’s end
watching for springtime
new tulips
Copyright © 2021-03-27, by Lizl Bennefeld.
darkening skies
the thunder in the distance
guns…or rain
Copyright © Liz Bennefeld, 2021-03-25.
Image by Henryk Niestrój from Pixabay.
I wrote this poem on 24 March during a Poetry Heals workshop online, but made a few changes and found a picture to support the mood. It was a reaction to the shootings that had/have been taking place recently.
chattering of squirrels
as they settle into sleep
twilight turns to night
the mockingbird sings his song
to stars strewn across the sky
Copyright © 2021-03-22, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Written for Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 350
early autumn dusk
quiet settles on the woods
pop of burning logs
cold snows brush the windows
an almost-winter lullaby
Copyright © 2020-11-02, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Photo by WantTo Create on Unsplash
night’s moonbeams reveal
visions hidden by daylight
vanished with dawn’s mist
wee fairies in their snow boots
gathered round a glowing coalsome swing from dead stems
into snowdrifts thrice their height
some gathered flower petals
layered thick for cushions
their fragrance fills the airon the shortest day
the longest night of winter
cling close for the warmth
after all the winter storms
it will once again be spring
“Fairy Winter”. Copyright © 2020-11-01, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay
ice along the path
tattered clouds race a blue moon
wind against the glass
soft voices in the distance
as I drift back into sleep
Copyright © 2020-10-31, by Liz Bennefeld.
A warm-up poem for a small group’s Poem-a-Day writing activity during NaNoWriMo month.