I Knock on the Sky

I knock on the sky

The sound is crystal glass

It is gossamer thin with a high-pitched ring.

It shatters into zillion shards

And falling transforms into water droplets.

Immersing me in the vastness inner space

Full of everything and void.

Breathe…

(c) Katrina Small

SKY

How lucky the leaf…

How lucky the leaf
Fallen into the tendril
Whose grip holds it tight,
Cradles it in its curls
And stops its downward flight!

© Katrina Small

Brown Thrasher

Brown Thrasher, watercolor by Katrina Small

Brown Thrasher, my child,
be on your way,
a new loving parent has bought you today.
I won’t be sad that we are apart,
for you’ve found a way to touch a new heart.
© Katrina Small

Ducklings

Ducks on a Pond

 

With downy feathers, and playful delight,
Ducklings swim ‘fore they take flight.
In circles ‘round on deep blue lake,
Watch them splash and droplets make.
© Katrina Small

Christmas 2011

Sliver Moon, Christmas, 2011

As I peeked outside
I saw the moon
nearing the western horizon.
It was as thin a sliver as it could be,
and set against a deep cerulean sky
that rose from a clear,
salmon-hued sunset.
And as I gazed,
below the moon,
there flew a skein of geese,
honking with excitement,
which made the experience complete.
© Katrina Small

Frosty Moon and Mistletoe

“Frosty moon and mistletoe, the silent eve lies still in snow.
Across the lea, in shadows still, the sudden cry of Whippoorwill.”
© Katrina Small

Frosty Moon and Mistletoe

Frosted Grass

Frosted grass with twinkle light, early morning becomes bright.
Cool, crisp air and prickled skin, a glorious winter’s day begins.
© Katrina Small

A Blustery October Day

The wind gods open my unlatched front door to let themselves in.
I walk over to greet them and notice leaves scurrying down the street,
each one trying to outrun the other in a frantic race to escape some unseen force
bent on catching up with them.
© Katrina Small

Observance from October’s first rain

The rain taps in torrids
while the eaves spill in trickles.
The gusts of wind sway
the tree’s low hanging boughs.
Each leaf flutters
as the drops find fall upon them.
The rose, gorged with water
stretches out in all directions.
The worms seek shelter in the light
to escape a dark, drenching plight.
© Katrina Small

Poem for Mom

In Doty’s garden you’ll find there grows
Peace, a beautiful, fragrant rose,
Cannas, begonias, and small baby’s breath,
Heavenly scents that one can’t forget.
Spider lillies next to elephant ears,
The plum trees that fruit year after year.
The figs and grapes swell plump and sweet
After a season of warming heat.
Along the fence the honeysuckle binds,
With the jasmine, trumpet, and hummingbird vines.
Yellow oxalis and jalepenos hot,
Snap dragons, carnations, and sweet 4 0’clocks.
The creeping charlie covers the ground,
While lantana makes a bouquet that’s round.
And every day you’ll find her there,
Gloves on her hands, flowers in her hair,
Digging and pruning and loving so deep,
Weeding and keeping all the beds neat.