To Look at Snow on the Sycamore

The leaves
…joy of living in color

To Look at Snow on the Sycamore

1.)A Quiet Prayer

Set aside a plot

of vegetables and fruit trees

create and consume.

After the fallen

white snow has found my doorstep

I sigh a deep sigh.

Hardy Cyclamen

whose flowers and seeds freely

hold rigid on earth.

All branches barren

their life hidden from our sight

inside lies a spark.

Like favorite Lilies

to share their regal fragrance

golden trumpets to heaven.

Your favorite
golden trumpets to heaven…

2.) Fresh Snow

Fresh snow has fallen

followed by a frigid rain

a reflective ice.

These vines know to climb

towards white clouds and silent dreams

in this humble plot.

Hide behind Cypress

joy of living in color

a quiet prayer.

These formations point

towards a wider world gone white

dangerous and cold.

has fallen
Fresh snow has fallen…

3.) Soft Footprints

To look out upon

soft footprints among the dew

a deep rustic feel.

The warmth of my breath

spreads as moisture on the pane

journey to find life.

Within hidden clouds

lie the templates of new snow

to wait with patience.

Desire for warmth

keeps us huddled in a home

when we should reach out.

the snow...
A desire for warmth…

4.) A Planned Path

Preplanning of path

has brought forth many wonders

seasonal approach.

Even though a harsh

cold and bitter time of life

berries hide in shrubs.

A large Hawthorn tree

succulent red fruits are seen

through each small snow flake.

The Persimmon lives

in this oriental cold

orange and scarlet fruit.

Gnarled trunk of fig

a picturesque silhouette

against white backdrop.

A gnarled fig tree…

5.) A Time of Beauty

The snow has melted

into puddles like mirrors

and lasting memories.

Flaking bark of Birch

embracing its cone like fruit

as icicles form.

A time when one stood

upon a white tomb of snow

to struggle outward.

Barren weeping branch

Swing as if a pendulum

in the icy breeze.

Barren
Barren weeping branches…

6.) With Eyes Open

Open eyes to see

each gnarled remains of your spring

intricate beauty.

Singular flower

from a bare flowering Quince

or am I deceived?

Curiosity

a boldness made to savor

a life with meaning.

Neighbors Sycamore

whose presence like skeleton

holds clusters of seeds.

In simplicity

one orange red fruit bearing tree

as vast as the sea.

 

 

 

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

3 thoughts on “To Look at Snow on the Sycamore

  • January 20, 2019 at 12:09 AM
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    Jamie, you really have brought a fuller and beautiful meaning to Haiku. Great work. I love this piece.

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  • January 22, 2019 at 3:11 PM
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    A palette of beauty escapes from your pen, an array of thoughts, feelings and depth to your work is very uplifting to me Jamie. Your cascade of splendor cascades smoothly through the season. A Haiku of sweeping proportions, well penned sire.

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