Find Serenity #beach #haiku #photography

 

I awaken

sand in hidden places

its always been there

 

A photo prompt from Word Press to enjoy – Serenity 

Some serene shots:

Departing the Year #haiku #photography

Today our prompt at Carpe Diem is departing year, and it is extracted from Jane Reichhold’s “A Dictionary of Haiku” … it’s a nice prompt I think and it fits (of course) the time of year … Here is Jane’s example of this prompt:

slow rains

as if leaves were falling
at winter’s end

© Jane Reichhold

footprints

 

 

over my shoulder

snow blanketed memories

walking away

 

Beneath the Tree #3 #elderly #Christmas #poetry

elderly woman

Sitting in a chair

watching the door for days

turkey smells are old

something in her memory plays

closets all are opened

every ornament has a place

this big house is empty

ghosts in too many a space

Sitting in a chair

she ticks the number of gifts

her grandchildren are grown

more often she forgets

eggnog fills the frig

the doctor doesn’t need to know

one person who likes fruitcake

welcomes flurries of snow

Sitting in a chair

my children come over to bake

bringing Christmas cheer

tho family will arrive very late

no matter how much money he left

he couldn’t promise her a wreath

their children have their lives

big house brings lonely grief

on Christmas Eve we hope

the family will arrive

we done our best with festive

and their mother’s still alive

beneath the tree

I spent so many years carrying for the elderly and one thing is consistent: they wait looking at the door like a forlorn dog. Some family shows up (eventually) others send a card or plant in their stead. There are edges to Christmas that are sad and lonely.  If you have the ability to spill a little light into another’s holiday – Please Do!!!

Beneath the Tree #2

Beneath the Tree #1

 

Nuts – I Feel Winter #winter #haiku #photography

winter shadows

Hidden in the shadows,

striving to find some life.

Digging out to freedom,

it’s cold outside tonight.

The snow it falls too often

covering all that I once had.

Bring my family’s coffin

fall’s food has all gone bad.

Cold I watch for spring

winter taunts the sun’s rays

one lonely nut

The prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem new haibun challenge which combines the haiku with a short story (microfiction) is Winter Feeling. This written from a squirrel’s point of view.

 

 

Her Headstone #poetry #death #photography

grave poetry

The words in bold I pulled from a gravestone poem written by a grieving husband to his wife who had passed so young.

 

Charlotte

I spoke your name in harmony with the birds

now the marble holds memories cold

I held you hand through the bitterest of fights

now I trace your shadow as you slumber at night

the silvery clouds reflect your smile

I hear your sweet whispered tone

rustle through the breeze

as you say my name I freeze

a shiver runs through me

soft hands reach down for an embrace

we can never quite touch

I look  toward heaven far too much

longing to catch a glimpse of love’s trace

tears wet my brow that once held warm kisses

I struggle not to throw myself on the sea away

 I am yet buoyant on life’s ebbing waves

“May I be faithful to your name  my dear

never to forget kindness sent from above

delivered treasure from the one I love

Next to you my darling reserve for me a place”

 

 

sun behind clouds