Come Springtime, Come!

A spread of yellow bright as the sun.
Bequeath with petals to please the bees.
The yellow dandelion whilst appear.
Spring shall est soon be here. 

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HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

THE WIND WAGED WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

THE WIND WHISPERS

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

THE WIND WHISPERS
IN THE TREES
THE LEAVES
RUSTLE THEIR REPLIES

THE PIED PIPER WIND
SPINS STORIES
TELLING TEMPTING LIES

COME FLY AWAY
COME FLY AWAY
UPON MY GENTLE BREEZE
LEAVE THE TREES
COME BE WITH ME
FAR, FAR FROM EARTHBOUND TREES

COME BE WITH ME
COME DREAM WITH ME
COME LOOK AT ALL YOU’LL SEE
DRIFTING ON A GENTLE BREEZE
IF YOU’LL COME WITH ME

THE WIND WHISPERS
TO THE LEAVES
AND THEY BELIEVE
BUT THE AUTUMN WIND LIES

© 2016 CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM – THE RELUCTANT POET
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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and The Reluctant Poet

A TWO FACED LANDSCAPE

By Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm

The Shifting Sands
Of The Desert

Have No Empathy
For The Confused
And Unprepared

An Arid Expanse,
A Two Faced
Landscape,
Masking
The Truth,
And The Hidden
Dangers Ahead
With An Alluring Beauty

Misunderstood,
Layered And Complicated
She’s Loved,
Yet Unloved Too,
A Lover To Some
And The Devil
To The Foolish

Unsurmountable
Obstacles Exist
For Those
Who Never Learned
Her Secrets

Arduous
Exhausting
For Body And Soul

A Cage-Less Prison
With No Escape
For The Proud
And Disrespectful,
Burned By The Sun,
Victims Of Thirst,

Who Are Buried
By The Shifting Sands,
And The Wind

Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved- 09-16-2020 – 2:00 p.m.

Writing With Christine Was An Honor And Privilege And So Very Magical!!  And I’m Hoping For More Duets Together!

We Hope You Enjoy Our Collaboration??  
Duet Inspired By Christine Bolton’s – Shifting Sands
https://poetryforhealing.com/2020/09/11/shifting-sands/

Atmospheric 2

2 of 3 in a Jemverse mini-series

The seventh wave was building
I watched it gather height
Like a monster lurking out there
with teeth and awesome might

The breakers just before it
when they broke upon the shore
slipped quickly back into the mire
before coming back once more

Atmospheric 1

1 of 3 in a Jemverse mini-series

Atmospheric was the sea today
with grey above the green
The waves in wind tumultuous
amongst the biggest seen
The sun shone like a diamond
painting silver ‘neath the grey
as on the beach we wandered
on this very windy day

HAIKU: AS SKIES TURN GRAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm And Karen Meredith-Lindholm

The Winds Blow Cold As

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

Whistler

Grasses bob, the trees press, expand; press, expand as lungs.
Loyal speaker, who spake the first murmurings – whistler at the window.
What’s that? Faces stack, knotholes of wisps in the darkness,
agape and wakeful just as I, truculent foreheads, lined lips, I’ve a wife
who died, is she there? Another unholy moaner outside, watchful.

-04.01.18_17:42-

A howling heard throughout the
House

HAIKU: THE WIND WAGES WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Siege Continues

MOTHER NATURE IS ANGRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I see the dark clouds gathering
ominously warning
the wise to flee
to find shelter
from the coming storm 

THE WIND WAGED WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

HAIKU: WEATHER’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Weather’s wrath came

HAIKU: MOTHER NATURE’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Mother Nature’s wrath

HAIKU: THE STORM APPROACHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The storm approaches

Prayer (haiku)

Soft wind stirs the trees
makes the branches bend and bow
in holy reverence

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

-08.04.17_11:12-

Just beneath the skin
Cold razor slides along

Whither

I wish in sounds that the wind makes
when rustling the leaves in rain, and
shakes, scattered and thrushed.

Haiku – 4

direful clouds roar in
storm rises – twisting swiftly
wind high and growling

-25.02.17_19:33-

They howl
As they circle the house
Pushing and shoving
Trying to bull their way through

A Fond Farewell

Veins of auburn and burnt orange
Adorn the wooded mountain side.

A dense mist shrouds the valley
Hanging so low as to blur
The boundary between cloud and fog.

Where the Wind goes, so I shall go.

Where the wind goes
So I will go.

If Harmatten calls,
So I depart. The Sahara a cradle so I shall lay.

Should the Westerly
Steal me outright, and collide me with
A forest, a field, a turbine blade

-24.03.15_21:07-

Away from the bustle
The wind moans
A feeble old man

Unbreakable

Emotions
Fans we hold
Could they ever blow away
our love, unbreakable