HUNT & FIND
Oh! The willows of my memories, weeping, crack, goat, and sallow. Many times swept, and searched, true bugs, Hemiptera, my quarry. To record, snap, all sent to the BRC, unfortunately they did not agree, as good as calling me a liar, why? Because species new, out of season. The times I reminded them, yep, of, “Climate Warming”, to no avail. New UK species, that’s another tale.
to seek out wonders
trueloves ways… no need to hunt
my wife… natures gift
Always been a poet, going way back, then digital era arrived, its wonders, changed my life, two thousand pics a day. Mainly macro wildlife, but all things, natural too, like seasons, their splendours, winter white, springs verdant new growth, life. Summer flaming glory, autumn, wind swept leaves, fall confetti. Oh I’m still into all of that, check my other Word Press blogs, links to be found here on this blog, on my About page. Both attempts to show my wildlife records.
the joy of walking
no need to hunt or find
nature holds my hand
But then it happened, still on a rebound, Japanese style poetry had me, had me on my knees. Poetry, now my life, that is, second to my Dearest, Darling, my wife. Does she believe me, please? Yes of course she does, she is my life! My best ever find!
the heaven… open
like church doors… never sealed
sanctuary… not now
© Mick E Talbot 2017/66
Memories up to the present day, evoked by Colleen’s challenge and Willowdot21
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #44 – #HAIBUN: HUNT & FIND