29 January, 2016

At Old Age

Smell the earth
In the stormy wind
Fragrance of tilled ground

See the flight
Of geese overhead
Land provides their haven

Taste the air
So vibrant and fresh
Cumulus clouds afloat
Trees. Of Old-photo by Denise A White

Hear the engines
Tractors throaty roar
Stalks spill their food

Senses tell a story
Older than edgy rocks
Years go melting away

Copyright Denise A White

18 January, 2016

The Corner

A wood door with an old-fashioned iron handle,
The kind you press the release with your thumb,
Is open.
Someone took the flowered carpet up
Exposing unblemished wood floors.
There is a window, twelve panes, but
It doesn't invite you to look out.
Cloudy white light barely spreads the wood floors.
It is in this empty corner, by the window I stand.

Someones brings me a green chair, it matches my shoes.
It is the only color in the room.
I place it by the murky window and pretend to look out.
Silent with my memories, they can't get me to talk.
So they leave, closing the door and I am left with my thoughts
As I try to look out the window,
I sit in the chair, in the corner of the room.

Copyright Denise A White

14 January, 2016


Why it comes, we do not know-
Yet in our heart be glad,
For if it were not so
Another fate was had.

Copyright Denise A White
On The Horizon
Photo by Denise A White

12 January, 2016

The Rocker

Curved arms,
Peeling paint,
Once held grandfather.
He sat next to her
In the bright white Adirondack chair.
He rocked back and forth to
Her chit chat-

"The bird bath needed water,
The grass was too long,
Her iced tea glass was empty."

Grandfather listened and rocked.

The chairs sit still now
In the back yard, but
If you listen  when
The light breeze blows
You will hear
The rhythm of a rocker
Keeping the beat
As the chit chat rolls on.

Denise A White

09 January, 2016

Dances In The Sky

The evening sun set
Projecting a variegated array of hues
Dancing across the evening sky

Copyright Denise White
Stripes of Color
photo by Denise A White


Sleep is but a few steps away
Take them,
The world will still be here

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American Will Be Here
photo by Denise A White

It Matters (Haiku)

Once the sparrows fly
You can not take the words back
They are forever

Copyright Denise A White
Photo by Denise A White

08 January, 2016


                                                                      Fire by Denise A White

Blacken earth
Beneath a vicious sky
The Pheonix emerges
Fire spreads
Cactus shrivel
The awakening begins.

Yellows, oranges, reds, emerge
An inferno of color
Threatening to push out
The blue sky.

Where did you go when the
Earth turned black, to ashes
My love
Fire burns the eyes
Fire burns the heart.
The Pheonix triumphs.

Copyright Denise A White

06 January, 2016

The Birth Day Haiku

Glorious dawning
Delicate, rare, pink flower
One day; forever


copyright Denise A White

04 January, 2016

The Music Piece

Fingers danced like a skater on ice
The trace of each velvet note.
The melody eased forth on sine waves in the air.
Ivory silk like a bride's wedding dress.

Hand in hand like a linked chain
Glide on the floor.
Traced the music, carving figure eights.
Stepped like puppets on strings.

Music to dancers like dancers to music
Senses exploded like July fireworks.
The essence of two
Captured for eternity like crystalize ice.

Copyright Denise A White

                                                                                    Sunrise Over Ice -  photo by Denise A White

03 January, 2016

Attend To Your Senses

When time repeats
Stop, listen, be still
Do your heart's will

Copyright Denise A White

02 January, 2016

Life Is A Dream

Time spent
Cardinal sings clearly
Starring out
A blue and white day

In the dream of someone else

Trapped inside
Red-tailed Hawk screeches piercingly
Thoughts race
Night comes soon

In the dream of someone else

Released energy
Blue Jay's shrillness hurts
Home free
Afternoon sun warms

Freed of the dream, sleep comes

Copyright Denise A White

01 January, 2016

Stillness; reflection
Timed to attentiveness
Memories flood back

Copyright Denise A White