Milk Pods (FOTD)

November 9, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Do wishes come true? I remember milk pod dreams – seeds of hope carried on late summer gusts – winter hovering on the sideline. (Cee’s Flower of the day challenge)

Buzzing (FOTD)

November 8, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Greedily lapping life’s bounty, buzzing manic – as if death is near. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Withering (FOTD)

November 7, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Others die, succumb but spirit holds fast, believes – defies withering. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Leaf Contrasts (FOTD)

November 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Against a backdrop of fireworks and glory my leaves freckle, fade. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

A Rose for Love (FOTD)

November 2, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Hardy as a rose resisting Fall’s warning chill – our love does not fade. (Cee’s flower of the day)

Light and Shadows (FOTD)

November 1, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Ominous shadows threaten light’s celebration – unyielding blooms laugh. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Pumpkins, Gourds, and Mums

October 30, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fall display at a local restaurant. For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Ready for Hallowe’en

October 29, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Garden shadows paint a Halloween scene – yellow blooms soften the scare. For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Can You See Me? (FOTD)

October 27, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

To yellow I flock, my wings a-blur – can you see me? (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Petunia Persistence (FOTD)

October 26, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last of its breed, this pretty purple persists. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]