Orange

December 15, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Orange is the colour, I’d like to be –fiery as sunsets, bright as an oak leaf,brilliant even in the waning hours. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Bunches

December 13, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

What a feast for birds –plenitude of grape-like fruitpendulous offerings. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Yellowing

December 12, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Autumn lingers here,far from northern extremes, huesthrilling travellers. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Yellow at Waterside

December 11, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

These beautiful blooms were spotted at Ellen Trout’s Zoo & Lake, Lufkin, Texas, a sure sign that we were leaving winter behind. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Fluff

December 10, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Against a goldenbackdrop, snow-like filamentsprepare to take flight. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Brown Berries

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

Leaves the colour of rotting fruit, a perfect contrast for the chocolate hue of berries. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Red and Green

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

These leaves apparently want to get in on the Christmas Act – coloured themselves red. Hope everyone is staying calm and well in what can be a stressful season. (For Cee’s FOTD)

A Pine Cone Un-pocketed

December 6, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Another day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air. This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph. The Christmas decorating goes on without us. We are chasing the golden […]

Seed Pods

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

We release our seedspray for their deliverance –mourn the emptiness. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Shrivelled

December 4, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Wrung out, yet alive –Autumn berries cling to life,and I resonate. (For Cee’s FOTD. Day 2 of travel, and I am feeling the effects.)

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 […]