Michigan snowstorm 12/23/22

Seems like everyone is obsessed with the snowstorm right now.  I took this video about an hour ago (noon.)  It wasn’t really that bad out then, but in the past hour the snow has really started having a fit out there.  I  will take another video of now and add it before posting this. To…

dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream

Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image:  “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…

dVerse — OLN 327 — Rosemary’s Gift

Velvet rosemary blooms,Each branch tip clustered withSilent choirs of profound.Secrets will be revealed;Each fragrant unfold bringsLavender mysteries. Opening inside, whereFresh pollen kernels flushYearn to pulse forth with life.Oh, receptive vesselsUnderstand their calling;Receive their humble gift. Will you appreciateImpromptu miracles?Sentient messagesDelivered fresh with love?Oh, gentle reminder:Mother always knows best.   The rosemary bush I watched all…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Autumn’s voice (aki no koe)

After turning off the sound machine’s waves, walking to the toilet and hearing my morning tinkle, I pad down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. Dotty gives a soft meow as she curls around my ankles. Where the floor registers’ heat poured silently from them, the new heating system whispers warm that is felt more…

dVerse — Poetics — November: My Take

No green is seen outside the windows No sound but fans and sleeping cats No clear blue sky, ‘stead snowflakes fall No warmth of sun, a draft is all No laughter of a toddler running No parks or hills for her to climb No seeds on ground for birds to find No sight of squirrels…

dVerse — Poetics — A World in Balance

A mountain bright then shadow-flipped as sun traverse the sky. With nimbos clouds and lightning bolts, the lines begin to blur. Ten thousand things in motion is the way of things, yet why? A death white hot is beating down upon the red, cracked earth where each still living thing yearns for its long parch…