D. L. (Denise) Finn shared the image for this week’s poetry challenge:
I wrote a few haiku (not really a series) staying true to the rules of including a kigo (season word) and the pivot.
I love the ethereal quality to this photo. There is plenty of magic to inspire any poet!
The Dryad
From the mighty oak— winter dryad spirits rise Artemis rouses *** nymphs tied to tree homes souls married, inter-wreathed as one love blossoms in spring *** hamadryad fae— bonded hardwood spirits dwell heavy snow brings death ©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro
The mythology of the dryad is one of my favorite subjects. Not only are the two entities bound in life, they perish together if the tree dies. Their existence is an interdependent relationship.
“Artemis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, the Moon, and chastity. She also was the protector and friend to all dryad beings. For these reasons, dryads and the Greek gods punished any mortals who harmed trees without first propitiating the tree-nymphs.” (Wikipedia.com)
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Colleen M. Chesebro 
I absolutely love this, Colleen:) I love how you brought tree mythology into each one. I can’t pick a favorite! xo
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Awww, it was the photo. Your daughter has the dryad spirit 🙏🏻❤️🧚♀️
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Wonderful poetry Colleen and yes what a great image to inspire. 🙂
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There is so magic in that photo. I knew you would pick up on that. ❤
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Yes I love magical photo prompts. ❤
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Very lovely. I’ve been reading and studying my oak trees. (I have 5) 🥰
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The mythology of trees is fascinating. I can imagine a book of tree poetry that includes your photos. How lovely that would be. ❤
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That would be lovely. 🥰 I’m not ready to go there yet!
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LOL! You should set that as a long-term goal. It would be a lovely adventure for you. ❤
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You planted that seed and it’s taking root. 🤔
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And that makes me happy! 😀
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Trees are full of magic, and I love oak trees!
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They are one of my favorite trees. ❤
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lovelovelove this, Colleen. You took the words right out of my mouth (had I written one) — no, never! only joking. I could never write one like you. But I was thinking of writing one entitled The Dryad — ha, hmm, er.
Maybe next time, my friend. Last week zoomed by me. I feel more ‘in tune’ this week. Thanks. Be well, my dear. I wish you miracles.
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Thanks for your kind words, Selma. No worries my friend. Some weeks the muse just doesn’t want to play. I get that. I love all things magical… so dryads, well that made perfect sense to me. LOL! ❤
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hmmm…are there different dryads for different trees – I have no oaks.
But I have an elderly willow and several silver maples and a bunch of other woody stuffs 😉
I think one of the reasons I feed the birds is to help provide music for the Dryads!! 😀
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Yes! I agree. The birds are tree jewelry for the dryads. That was one thing I really missed in the desert—the trees. Now, in Michigan, I’m again near hardwood forests. They are glorious. ❤
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Yes surreal quality Colleen…. In a surreal world right now…. Your talent is brilliant at this type of poem…. I take my hat off to you… ❤
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Thank you dear, Sue. I love the myths and mystery. ❤️🙏🏻
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Me too ❤
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