the open window screened with a web leaf shadows © Jane Reichhold raise the misty morning veil mother leads her fawns to drink Today’s Tan Renga challenge #108 at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is to echo Jane Reighhold’s beautiful haiku.
Gold with little rain I drive through the veil of yesterday hoping little has changed I can’t quite see behind I see tracings of what lies ahead the giants in today’s sky are the least of what I dread San Francisco and the Northern Bay area (of California) will always be considered home. I dont […]
… it flowed away from yesterday journey’s path was set anew what came between us can’t be read in tomorrow’s news let us leap toward a new day one I see rising on the horizon no need for a replay let’s race to meet the sun A new year is time for many things. Yes […]
They came too late to say “goodbye” for long had she been dead the one who had bounded free and always the herd led where goes the life that under tree doth fall a breath too soon has left tho young or old it matters not their heart we are bereft Winter steals many things […]
trees breathe life spring gives birth to nature a constant song * mesmerized I sit doe cares for her speckled young my backyard Older than the trees each year new life ancient wisdom Thanks to Managua Gunn who is ghost writing for Carpe Diem today. He speaks of the forest, the life and healing […]
you lie so still nature’s companion returned to the dust beneath loamy undergrowth surrounds you you disappear into the ground you to spend this day alone foraging and soon very soon memories of your childhood evaporate into the day and you are left with no memory of why you do this at all
The Carpe Diem prompt is to write a Tanka, the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7 … The inspiration comes from tanka poet Mariko Kitakubo fine snow of New Year’s Day, small footprints lead to grandma’s gate before the shrine ~ Kitakubo autumn’s child grazing a touch away small footprints lithe beauty takes my breath our […]
They told me it would be fun that I would be the head liner a head turner the head of my class I wasn’t expecting it to end like this…. Susan is a class act. Each week she hosts micro fiction monday over at stony river. Check out the great micro fiction and join in.