Snow and Leaves

November 27, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Precipitationimpatiently disregardsautumnal schedule. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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)

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)

Hit Pause

I thumb through social media, make lists, scan through photos, put the kettle on, check emails… …evade the moment… What am I afraid will happen if I just pause and be? Maybe I should I try it and see… (Image my own)

Now That I Matter

The times I waited –restless and ragingdeliberately put on holddismissed, degraded, ignored. Why did I put up with that?Was I so afraid I’d lose it all?So uncertain about a future? How the children came to meneed in their eyes, little armsbegging to be embraced,and I too blinded to reach outfixated on the anger, powerless,immersed myself […]