Every Rose Has Its Thorn, A Haiku

Sweet pink rose scent rises.
Every rose has its thorn.
No joy without pain.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
6/6/16

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Earth Day/NaPoWriMo Day 22

On Sunday this week,
this yard was covered in snow,
and today,
it’s covered in gold.

The seasons,
they fly by,
as we grow old,
and yet there are still
days ahead with
surprises untold.

When I was a child,
I recall streets filled
with trash,
and rivers with sludge,
the skies were often
the color of fudge.

We have a long way to go,
there’s no doubt about it,
but we’re way ahead,
toward reaching our goal.

“What is our goal?”
you might sincerely ask.
It’s to offer our grandkids,
and their’s and still more,
yards filled with white snow,
and then the same week,
with dandelions gold.

© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/22/16



It’s earth day, of course, or the tail end of it, and today’s suggestion was to write something in connection with that. The idea for this poem came to me this morning when I passed yard after yard filled with beautiful, yes beautiful, golden dandelions and earlier in the week they had been filled with snow. The Colorado Rocky Mountain ecosystem and weather patterns in spring time are often just that chaotic and unpredictable. All of the trees have finally bloomed out here and the tulips have come up and yet, it snowed, and they all survived! I do believe we have come a long way in protecting Mother Earth, but we have a long way to go yet. We all leave too big of a damaging footprint behind when we die. I think our goal in life should be “pack in, pack out.” In other words, to leave the world as good, if not better, as the day we entered it.

Soft and Heavy/NaPoWriMo Day 19

Soft as downy feathers,
the world covered in snow,
like a winter wonderland,
though it be spring.

The snow was heavy,
and the weight of a breeze,
a moment of sunshine,
and the snow started falling,
off of the trees.

Soft as downy feathers,
and as pure as white snow,
I rocked my sweet babies,
in truly my spring.

My babies grew heavy,
and the weight of breath’s breeze,
a moment of sunshine,
and the babes began growing,
as tall as the trees.

Soft and heavy,
we all are,
in the cycle of life,
as we grow up,
and as we grow old.

© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/19/16


Pretty Yellow Crocus/NaPoWriMo Day 8

I see you little flowers,
peeking out
of dead leaves!

I’m so glad to see you,
I laugh and smile
with glee.

You are so very brave,
as you stretch
your tiny heads,
weeks before
the other flowers
awake from the dead.

You, my little lovelies,
are the harbinger of spring,
of hope–
for warmer, longer days ahead,
for sunshine, clear skies,
for life!

© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/8/16

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Plain Living/NaPoWriMo Day 5

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Spring Watercolor, D. Elaine Wood-Lane 2003

I yearn for plain living,
simple days with a
slower pace and a quietness
not found typically in our
loud and modern world.

Today our power was out
while our system was upgraded.
I got my wish for plain living,
but only for a day.

At first, I found myself
feeling lost without the comforting hum
of the refrigerator or the buzz
of the light bulbs while sitting
in my writer’s nesting area.

Outside our double-paned windows,
I heard a mourning dove coo
amidst the excited twittering
of spring time birds.

I walked outside and found
the snow and ice of last week
didn’t kill my crocus,
but instead left a lively purple
flower rising in defiance
from the plain brown grass
surrounding it.

Life abounded around me.
I saw a deer jump a fence in midtown,
my squirrel friends robbing the
bird seed supply, aka the bird feeder,
and just enough rain to make
it look like an old man had
spit upon the ground while
telling a good joke.

With or without electricity,
life still abounds.
Beauty is still enjoyed.
Sunshine is still free.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
4/5/16


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Back in Texas

Crossing the Texas state line,
I take a deep breath,
a tradition in our family,
meant to be a breath of fresh air,
sunshine, and a feeling of homecoming.

This time, as I take a deep breath,
I am nearly overwhelmed by the
lovely scent of…cattle, cattle,
and the peculiarly odiferous
smells that only a full cow lot
can create and maintain.

Still, the sky is blue,
there are faint clouds
high overhead, and
the spaces are wide open.

As I turn onto highway 385 south,
I get caught between two cattle trucks.
Ugh! Not that smell again!
My nose has turned itself up
into an Elvis Presley sneer
that startles me in its strength.

Then, I see the winter wheat fields.
Deep green in a land of reddish brown soil.
The contrast between the two colors
is astoundingly beautiful.

There are fuzzy cows in the
field of deep green and I breathe deeply.
I see a couple of true Texas Longhorns
in the mix and feel my face smile
from ear to ear.

I am truly, back in Texas.

© Elaine Wood-Lane
3/4/16