The Rhythm of The Lake
Haiku and tanka inspired by life in the Tahoe Lake basin
Mountainside
Descending like rays
Clouds above Carson valley
Granite sands below
Tahoe Black
The birds are choking
What doesn’t fire consume?
The mountain remains
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
Tahoe White
Graceful sloping lines
Twisting snowy locks cascade
Face of powdered white
Ski Bunny
Snaking lines of white
Cut cross mountains clad in pine
Birch planks swishing by
Footprints in the Snow
Optic illusion
Foot-shaped depressions rise up
Crushing feet follow
Angel’s Snowball Fight
Sunlit showers charm
Snowballs falling from heaven
Prefabricated
Well Deserved Rest
Crystals on the fly
Vortex leading to the sky
Downy linen quilt
Spread across the resting earth
Like cradling insulation
Tahoe Grey
Perfect grey jewel
Dripping in silver nuggets
Dislodged they tumble
Thunder Storm
Summer evening show
Family sweating and lolling
Clap, flash, splash, limb crash
Winter storm
Dirty crunchy snow
Needle litter pinecone mulch
Layers of powder
Tahoe Black
The birds are choking
What doesn’t fire consume?
The mountain remains
Tahoe Blue
Soul deep and sight wide
Tahoe blood‘s blue as water
Shades unlimited
Ice Blue
Tranquil frozen pool
Shallow, pebble-studded shore
Bright sapphire jewel
Celestial
Every shade of blue
Diaphanous cosmic gown
Embellished stardust
Sun-shower
Refreshing surprise
Raise eyes and hands heavenward
Water beats fire
Rainbow
Arcing spectral swipe
Effervescent ray of light
Mystical arbor
Gates to fairyland wonder
Reviving amidst new mist
K.B. Silver
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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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Beautiful nature poetry & photos! I especially liked: “Tahoe Blue Soul deep and sight wide Tahoe blood‘s blue as water Shades unlimited”.💖