Pink Power

February 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter winds blow harsh,undeterred, delicate pinksembrace Spring’s promise. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Peachy Keen

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

Peachy keen, I am,revved by the promise of Spring –invigorated. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Yellow-Orange

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

These big, beautiful blooms welcomed us to the State Park in Bentsen. How delightful after days of fog and rain. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Her Colours

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Purple Wisp

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

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Compatibility

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Delicate pink blushsubmits to passionate red –floral agreement. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Tree Fruit

February 18, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Luscious orange tree –symbol of tropical clime,sign that I’ve escaped. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Not a flower, but a beautiful sight all the same.)

Dynamic

February 7, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fuchsia captivates,delicate veins erupting –explosive orchids. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Flower in Waiting

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

Asserting fragrance,waiting on winged visit –flower hosts stray ant. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Red and Green

February 5, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A crimson latticeframes the verdant luxuryof velvety moss. (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 […]