Tribute to Mönnig

his imprint, a gift
ray of sunshine; heart of gold
irreplaceable

Farewell Hein

our leader, our friend

great spirit dance with the wind

dance in peace, Mönnig

Remembrance

softer than a breeze

his gentle hand taught us

to give, is to love

The last tribute...

great man, life changer

students mourn, gentle giant

sleep well Hein Mönnig

the rain's symphony
an orchestra of droplets
lightning conductor

gulls dive in the breeze
and hang, frozen in wind's face
a furious stillness

Drought

Meeting in the sky
Slow, slow cover us darkly
Give rain, give false hope

On Earth, you will roam
Lilies shall curve like a scythe
As I bring you home

Ascend from the sky
Only to those who have sinned
A fallen angel.

Stolen from her death.
Cleansed with her last dying breath.
Another saved soul.

decay

fungus eats away
found feasting on my being
one day at a time

save

soft breeze -- oasis
water to my bone-dry soul
longing for rescue

stirred tea swirls slowly
a light breeze sweeps the steam away
winter breathes fresh spring

Patriot

our colours dancing
their colours burning brightly
a revolution

Introvert

below peaceful ponds
lie the most vicious creatures
mirrors never lie

Rigged

rabbit in a field
riddled but still never falls
no prize awarded

gusts of soft sunlight
lightly touch the laboured soul
eye lids close: sunset

after the rain, light
reflections twist on water
inverted fragments

Blue book of knowledge
Filled with sky, sea and iris
Blue pills and steel scythes.

You, like warm spiced wine
Cinnamon and clove embrace
Flood into my heart.

Dusk

last rays of sunshine

colour the sky's blank canvas

and darkness; night spills

Affect

precipitation
puddle of consequences
a ripple effect

Illusion of view
Move closer and you will see
Man who casts shadows.

Meditation

The zest of stillness -
In a world full of noise, breathe.
Explore your blank mind.

Morning

Dew drips down fresh leaves
Cool-warm sun trickles through haze
Crisp green morning light.

Freedom of the wind

My soul was set free,
by the freedom of the wind
A make-believe thought

His star-gaze

His wild fearless eyes
Drips saturated sunlight
A blissful star-gaze

cosseted old cat
sleeps and, now and then, twitches
dreaming of youth's birds

Yes, this is indeed our cat, JoyBoy

feathers, rain-heavy

winter bird, still on cold ground

frozen from free flight

the eye of the storm

and so, suddenly,
the churning of storms made sense:
a breath of fresh air

thinning winter's trees
stickly branches raise dry palms
thirsting for spring's alms

[c] Hein Mönnig 2017

the night's hard rain fades
late drops fall gently at dawn
tapping one awake

wet, wintry leaf's fall
on cold earth, compost to come
nourish the next spring

[c] Hein Mönnig, 2017

Let change cover you
Spin your cocoon, so slow
Crack open, so fast

Unexpected

a quiet sunray;
it demands optimism --
viral influence.

Necessity

the lines of a web,
a crucial support structure;
delicate beauty.

Running with the wind,
seeking shelter in the breeze.
At ease: the tree's leaves.

Pain that sears so deep.
Aching through: within my bones.
A love that can't be.

The cool dusk breeze cuts
Leaves, fur and face turn, to shield
Nature seeks shelter

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Source: Old Farmer's Almanac

Winter: Brisk maestro
A patriot of the art
My joy once again.

slow, distant drops fall
the quenched earth breathes deep relief
rain's visitation

the clouds' parasol
parched leaves stretch out their dry palms
supplicating: rain

A puzzle of clouds
Two colors in morning sky
Gold on blue canvas

Microscopic cell
Invisible to the eye
Creates completeness

Trees rustling onward,
A wintry breeze rises yet.
A painted sunset.

Migrating sparrows
Fleeing a corrupted home,
Family is gone.

a low morning fog
rolling up and over hills
the thin blanket cools

Photo [c] Alexa Monnig, 2017

trickling water streams,
whispering wind, mighty trees
protectors of beauty.

love is a fairy-tale,
full of magic and laughter,
true happy endings.

eyes like crystal pools,
light on a cold stormy night,
dark on the inside.

As the crisp air fades
dew gently slips from your face,
and we know - Spring's here

source: za.pinterest.com/kekafil/crno-bele-slike

As the soil restores 

the wonderful petrichor

Upon the earth's core

[co-written by Andrea Middleton and Natasha Munro]

The art of loving:
As pure as spring's first blossoms
Benign masterpiece.