Welcoming Party

September 27, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Potted pleasures hailAutumn’s arrival – graciouswelcoming party. (for Cee’s Flower of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)

Rose of Sharon

September 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Foreground,background,we are all the same –brilliance and beauty –and intricate part oflife’s ebb and flow. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Yellow Parasols

September 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Late summer huddle anticipating Fall rain –yellow parasols. For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Spilled White

September 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple petuniasundiminished by splatter –cloud painting mishap. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

Zinnia Delight

August 30, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nature – that fashionista –couples orange with pink,hotter than August haze –my soul applauds. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Summer Susans

August 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

August eyes are brownwinking in yellow bonnets –flirtatious Susans. For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Peony

August 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unabashedlyshe blooms, exerts her colour –prideful peony. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

Allium

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple explosionsdisrupt garden bed – defyexpected order. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Buttercup

August 2, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Dreamy buttercup,soothsayer of my youth, promiseda love eternal –oh, I hoped, willed it be so –naught but folly, now I see. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Oh, Petunia

July 26, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Sweet petunia, loveexploded at first sight – sigh,never meant to last. (For 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 […]