Adieu

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

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

First Signs

November 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Ho, Ho, Oh No

November 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Autumn Berries

November 15, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Where leaves have vanishedberries remain, nourishmentfor feathered migrants. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Summer Stragglers

October 25, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Other blooms may fade,succumbing to Autumn’s chill –Snapdragons stand tall. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Like Fire

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

My essence is flamewords, like petals, reaching high –transformative fire. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Don’t know what these beauties are, but am inspired by their flow.)

Garden in Transition

October 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Summer’s legacyfades – floral memories blurFall hues incoming. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from personal collection.)

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.)

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.)

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 […]