Mind Loves Misery Menagerie has asked that we write haiku on the first day of spring. Hopefully more than one is ok. Calendar: says Spring Ground: still frozen with heaped snow Winter: your time’s done. * March’s beginning, daffodils are still sleeping under white blankets. * March’s twenty first, daffodils and crocus push…
Category: nature
d’Verse — Haibun Monday: January
Today’s offering is a haibun written for hostess of the evening’s d’Verse, Kim’s, prompt of January. Waking up at eleven, looking out at another repetition of anemic feebleness that washes the life out everything. Invisible beyond grey, clouds prevent any instance of ROYGBIV. Eyes strain to delineate blah from blah. To say it is preferable…
Sunday morning haiku
image link Getting ready to build the morning fire, I stood up from the wood burner and looked outside. I saw a brown lump out by one of the fenceposts that isn’t usually there. When you spend a lot of time staring at a particular place, you immediately notice if something is different. I walked…
Heart thaw
image link Today’s Word of the Day Challenge is thawing. Sol’s beams warm Caress crystals To tears With warm beams Your smile caress My fears Tears to streams Sate river’s slake Fears melt, Puddle, dissipate Burgeoned river From banks to flats My burgeoned heart Holds strong at crack Flowers sprout To herald spring Love’s…
Let there be light
It was a blessed day as the sun has been shining since this morning and still is. After having a fun lunch with one of my friends, we hit a game store a couple of doors down. After getting the download from the clerk that I then texted my sons about, I got this game,…
Meeting the Bear
image link Jilly at dverse poets pub is the hostess this evening and has asked for a poem with repetition. This one is in the form of villanelle . I saw a Disney-produced — yes, I hate Disney, but — movie a couple of years ago, called, “Bears”, which is a documentary of a mother…
Young Charlotte, or The Frozen Maid
“Sleigh Ride” by Cornelius Krieghoff As a starving person’s focus becomes their gnawing hunger, so does trying to stay warm become the focus of a person who can’t find warmth. Today was one of those days. I give you now the poem that Maine poet, Seba Smith, was inspired to write after reading an article…
Tao-Talk 