Tag: #dverse poets

Haibun: Late Spring

In My Garden- Mesa, AZ “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ― Pablo Neruda Late spring is the time of year in Arizona when days are getting longer and the evening light is stunning. The sky changes from soft… Continue Reading “Haibun: Late Spring”

Haibun: Voices of Autumn

Photo by form PxHere Golden pink-tinged light colors my bedroom as it peeks through the sliver in the drapes. Stirring from a deep sleep, it is not yet six am as the house is cold and the heater has not come on.Welcome to fall in Arizona-… Continue Reading “Haibun: Voices of Autumn”

In Dreams

I dream each night of a small bungalowsomewhere in the French countrysideA place to rest on the shaded verandahto watch my simple life go by. I wrap myself in old cashmereI bought long agoin a quaint Paris brocantenever minding tiny moth holes. I tie… Continue Reading “In Dreams”

Haibun: Autumn Soup

This morning I woke to overcast skies and a distinctive coolness in the morning air. After a hot summer and volatile monsoon season, I am ready for fall. One of my favorite aspects of the weather cooling here in Arizona is the beginning of… Continue Reading “Haibun: Autumn Soup”

Tap, Tap, Tap

Tap,tap,tap My heart drumming Beating with ferocity Filling me with anxiety Clouding my head with all the ‘what ifs’ Long deep breaths to slow the pounding beat Promising myself that whatever comes, I will meet it with the same intensity and win Author’s Note:… Continue Reading “Tap, Tap, Tap”

A Glowing Orb

A cold shaft of pearl moonlight Breaking through the barren trees A glowing orb bouncing, weaving Come! Sweet fairies dance in winter leaves Sway with your lover dragonflies With wings raised high Waltz the starry night away As jeweled butterflies in your hair shine

No Resistance

Each line on your faceI’ve traced with my finger,but your luscious lips draw mein and there I’ll lingerAs I yearn for the sweet tinglingsensation of their magnetic pulldrawing me deeper in and thenresistance to them are futile. dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #114- Poetical Magnetism