Tag: NaPoWriMo

#Haibun: Mesquite Tree

The mesquite tree outside my window is flourishing. In a matter of weeks, it has gone from skeletal gnarled limbs to a lush spring green haven for the hordes of birds.I gaze at it for hours and sometimes, in the luminous sunlit haze, I… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Mesquite Tree”

Nola’s Essence

“In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long… Continue Reading “Nola’s Essence”

Deep in the Verdant Wildwood

He is the river swimmer, sleek as a brown river otterplunging into the depths of cold murky waters, he sits with patience waiting,on the sandy pebbled shorein quivering evening light.Sparkling magic flashes from afardeep in the verdant wildwood.She, the elusive nymph comes forshe is… Continue Reading “Deep in the Verdant Wildwood”

From My Bed of Roses

From my bed of roses comes the telling news, winter is finally over, the sun is shining bright and it’s time for us to bloom Wildflowers are peeking their heads up to the turquoise sky tiny seeds are sprouting forth, pushing ever higherSoon butterflies… Continue Reading “From My Bed of Roses”

Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for meHere in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I. Upon encountering the raucous… Continue Reading “Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds”

The Blackout Creature

My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door, to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floorand crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions of slithering crawling monsters… Continue Reading “The Blackout Creature”

The Etiquette of Nature

Does the rose follow a set of rules in deciding when to bloom? And once the petals open wide, do the bees take that as an open invite to enter in and feast? And as the thrasher builds its nest within the thorny cactus… Continue Reading “The Etiquette of Nature”

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