Jack Groundhog ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿชถ

@jlgrantham
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I write and post a poem and photo daily.

๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ from #Virginia and #Minnesota. In ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช since 1993.
๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ 2nd marriage, 2 kids, 1 #cat, 0 goldfish (cat denies everything)

๐Ÿ“ #Potsdam / #Berlin
๐Ÿ‘๏ธ #Photography / #Fotografie
๐Ÿชถ #Poetry / #Poesie
โ™ฟ๏ธ #Invisidisability / #InvisibleDisability
โ€ฉDude.โ€จโ€ฉTried building a God detector.
Kept setting it off.

All my content ยฉ me

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Dad

Remnants of an epitaph
on a mossy stone.
Echoes of a belly laugh
from before I was alone.

#poem #poemaday #poetry #naturephotography #cemetery #moody #photography

Viola

A purple bunch of pansies
in a pot of cobalt blue
on a porch. Their blossoms dancing
to light up the face I knew.

#poem #poemaday #poetry #naturephotography #flowers #spring #bloomscrolling #photography

Roots

An old tree root, an oaken claw
digs deep in the soil. Winter thaw
exposes talons in the earth
seizing water from the deeps โ€” twigs give birth.

#poem #poemaday #poetry #naturephotography #trees #forest #spring #macrophotography #bloomscrolling #photography

Forsythia and witch hazel are two completely different species, but I miss American witch hazels, and the forsythias I see everywhere in Germany remind me of them.

One variety of American witch hazel happens to bloom about the same time as forsythias.

The time both tress blossom in early spring can be used to know when roses should get their spring trim.

ii.

And then her spell is broken
for another annoโ€™s time,
โ€™til her truest words are spoken
and call forth red rosesโ€™ wine.

Golden hazel witch,
Forsythia speaks her name,
bursts forth from lingered frost
and tosses golden mane.

โœ‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿงต

Foresight
A #poetry thread

i.

Golden hazel witch
with her wooly mane
blossoms in late frost,
rekindles yellow flame.

She peers into the future
when her vernal spell is cast,
her wands, the twigs, will twitter
while roses bud at last.

๐Ÿงต๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ

#poem #poemaday #naturephotography #flowers #trees #spring #bloomscrolling #photography

Prunus

A fog of pink in stretching days
along dark twigs and supple limbs
that seek the warmth of first gilt rays โ€”
a foamy tide when late frost brims.

#poem #poemaday #poetry #naturephotography #plum #cherryblossom #spring #bloomscrolling #photography

iii.

Then black woolen blanket's laid
from horizon to her feet,
her sable bed is slowly made
as the stars call her to sleep.

She waits.

Until morning's jewels of dew
adorn her marble face:
new dawn's gilt brushes drew
a new expression of her grace.

โœ‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿงต

ii.

Ten decades whispered past
since she took her repose,
where old bones lie โ€™til the last,
where the ivy's fingers grow.

She waits.

I see her by her tomb
where she looks down and sighs
in slowly waxing gloom
under resurrecting skies.

She waits.

Dusky sunโ€™s fingers trace
a different light upon her brow,
brushing shadows โ€™cross her face โ€”
she takes on a pallor now.

She waits.

๐Ÿงต๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ

Phase
A #poetry thread

i.

A Mary stands in stone,
wrapped close in marble veil,
keeps watch from granite throne
until her bones turn brittle, frail.

She waits.

Her milky marble skin
shows the cracks of time:
some shoots have grown within
her, curling โ€™round like vines.

She waits.

๐Ÿงต๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ

#poem #poemaday #moody #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography