Red Leaves

November 20, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Grey does not deter the hardiness of red leaves – autumnal soldiers. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Yellows for Mum (Flower of the Day)

November 19, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Joy is yellow, bright sunshine, lively frocks, Mom’s loving influence. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

White Roses

November 17, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Mythological – a rose, whose hue, so pure, embodies true love. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Pink Mums

November 16, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Misinformed, green fails to fade to brown, clings to pink, conspires against Fall. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Apples

November 14, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Roadside offering – abundance of ripe apples await deer crossing. (for Cee’s FOTD)

Dahlia

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

Days shorten, threaten – icy shards of rain torture lingering red holds. (Cee’s FOTD)

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.)

Flourescent

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

If a leaf can be boldly flourescent – then why should we hide our flair? (For Cee’s FOTD)

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 […]