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)

Dahlia

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

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

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)

A Rose for Love (FOTD)

November 2, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Hardy as a rose resisting Fall’s warning chill – our love does not fade. (Cee’s flower of the day)

Fading Pink (Flowers of the Day)

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

Cheer for summer’s hues fading with finesse – brightly embracing their end. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Webbed (Flower of the Day)

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

Spider’s web clinging – shares this wish for purple’s stay – autumn’s light waning. (Cee’s flower of the Day. This was the last of our Rose of Sharon.)

Lovers’ Blooms (Flower of the Day)

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

Love solidified still begs softness – delicate petals , blushing hues. (Pink and white blooms for Cee’s flower of the day. Love haiku a bonus.)

Forlorn

August 9, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This sweet bushtit landed on my path while I was visiting Redding, California this past spring. After playing with the image, what emerged was a forlorn little fellow for whom I wrote this haiku. My heart goes out to all those in Redding, and elsewhere in the world where forest fires are ravaging lives. (Submitted […]

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, […]