Category: Poetry

#Haibun: Winter Morning

Morning dawns with an icy sculpture in the bird fountain. This oddity happens about once a year here in Mesa when the temperture dips into the low thirties. It is a stark reminder of why we live here as opposed to someplace where it… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Winter Morning”

Evening at the Lake

Day to night, sun to moon and sooncall of the loonacross the lakeleaving a wake Bullfrogs croaking their throaty songsamid the throngsflies dart awaycaught in the fray Shooting stars fall from the black skywe ponder whya hasty wisha swimming fish dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry… Continue Reading “Evening at the Lake”

Raven Dreams

Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon. -Remote Friends, Jim Harrison Darkness before dawn-Jackson stirs from his raven dreamsHis shake tells me it’s time to goI obey for even in the suburbs of the desert,small creatures get eaten by… Continue Reading “Raven Dreams”

Morning Serenade

Shivering leaves in morning breezeas breath forms whispering cloudsQuiet garden is still, creatures asleepunder warmth of fallen dead leaves. Yellow orbs cloaked in waxy greenon the gnarled lemon treewhile high in the lush mesquite,Grey-brown Thrasher sings to dawn. dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday

Love Angles

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”  ― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist *Ifyou want theformulafor a loving life~see flawless algorithms withina silken caress, a yearning kiss, a breathless sigh. Author’s Note: This is a Fibonacci written for #skyloverwordlist. Also linking… Continue Reading “Love Angles”

Every Feather Falling

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”  ― J.R.R. Tolkien Every feather falling from a stormy skyanother soul transformsinto a different life No longer… Continue Reading “Every Feather Falling”

#Haibun: New Beginnings

Christmas and New Year’s Day came and went without any raucous festivities. No holiday parties, no Feast of the Seven Fishes, no gluttonous eating or over-imbibing. After over a year of unexpected health issues, taking a breath and awaking each morning are pure joy.… Continue Reading “#Haibun: New Beginnings”

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