~Tahoe Black~
The birds are choking
What doesn’t fire consume?
The mountain remains
~Tahoe White~
Graceful sloping lines
Twisting snowy locks cascade
Face of powdered white
~Tahoe Grey~
Perfect grey jewel
Dripping in silver nuggets
Dislodged they tumble
~Tahoe Blue~
Soul deep and sight wide
Tahoe blood‘s blue as water
Shades unlimited
~Tahoe Time~On my way today
I watched the birds as they played
I hiked ruddy trails
Sun passed, dirty, I arrive
Not late, I’m on Tahoe time
~Rosebud~
Like powder and silk
You dazzle with your rainbow
Hid weapons repel
~Tulip Tree~
Broad soft pink petals
Subtlety I long to see
Pre-crafted bouquet
~Calla Lily~
Gilded and wrapped
Pheasant, silver, copper, gold
Adorned for a bride
~Minty~
Temperature, flavor
Frosty taste buds, singed nose hairs
Lingering essence
~Bonsai~
Nature miniature
Collect beauty in a dish
Perfect scissor stroke
With one wrap stress dissipates
Shape leaves into fairy gates
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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