As light in darkness transforms mundanity, so too am I salvaged – revelation turning back the icy pallor of Winter. (Tanka borrowed from a previous post on One Woman’s Quest II: Resetting the Dial. I have given the poem a title here. Image from personal collection.)
Pastoral placid, tonic for the soul – beware stagnation, partake in daring, honour spirit’s longing for the wild; grow wings. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: placid/wild; and for BrewNSpew’s prompt: partake. Image from personal collection.)
Fear finds its fortune in ignorance, cashes in on hate – set the dial to love weed through propaganda, decode the depraved, aim to rise above education and openness, mechanisms leading to a lasting treasure. (Image from personal collection.)
Lovely pink!!
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I hope it continues to do so. Beautiful flowers!
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Thanks.
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I like the green to the side – cool photo
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Wild for this time of year. thanks.
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I know ! But I like it –
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Around here too! Till yesterday when we had a snow storm. The mums are still holding on though. Very nice.
Pat
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Such strange weather isn’t it? We had a snow storm today and yet there are trees with bright leaves still. Odd.
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Yeap, very strange indeed. Mother nature adjusting to all the changes on the planet.
Pat
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they look like powder puffs!
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They do!
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I agree – making three!
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Beautiful mum photo. 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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