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.)

Mighty Oak Leaf

December 3, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Oak leaf, of mighty,even in falling maintains fight –stand out brilliance. (For Cee’s FOTD. We are headed south and have found Autumn again.)

A Gift of Yellow

November 26, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

What brings more delightthan yellow on a grey day?Sun shining indoors! (Cee’s FOTD)

Golden

November 24, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Life cycles ensurewhat once was green now golden –tribute to aging. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Keys

November 22, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Gone is summer light lazy days contemplating – autumn turned the key. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge)

Snow and Snapdragons

November 21, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Snow on snapdragons – Nature’s attempt to oppress – seasonal showdown. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

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.)

Buying Time

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

Dreams of distant lands,adventures enhancing hope –future insurance. (Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: future/hope) In a week’s time we are setting out on another RV adventure.

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)

Fluid

Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)

Sorbet (haiku)

No Longer Willing

Growing up, I thrived on being the responsible one. Need something done, someone to bail you out, an issue to be confronted – I was your girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. One day something snapped in me and that house of cards came tumbling down. Sometimes it’s hard to see the ugly truth and yet, […]