He followed her EastTowards the edges of the earth,She was his Eden.
The center of his Own universe, a legendIn his narrow mind.
Mother’s Day My mother is myWarrior, sage, friend, and hero.My mom is a gift.
Blossoms explode likeFireworks on the tree, spraysOf hot pink and white.
“I really must go.”Ice sighed, “It’s spring and I Belong to winter.”
His life lost gave usMercy, grace & forgiveness,And hope for new life
Spring busts its buttons,Blooms exploding with color,Trees heavy with hope.
Poked a thousand times,Graphics that tell a story,Permanent stories. Haiku by guest Birdie Cramer
Magical mushrooms,So earthy, bathed in butter,Love their mystery.
Collecting seashells,Walking the lonely beach,Feet in sand and surf.
In the storm’s eye,I meditate in the still,Firmly grounded in peace.
The first robin sings,Early morning signs of spring,Hope after winter.
A fine feathered fern,Dared to brush against her hand,Drawn to her warm skin
“Marry me,” he said.“I can’t. I have no heart,”She said in despair.
Nothing to see here,Shards of human tragedy,Scattered to the wind.
Going to church on chrome,Cuts, flying colors and old ink,Leathers, patches and speed.
Tequila Sunrises,Dress in the ethereal light,Dance elegantly
The winter light show,Rolls across the night sky.Heaven made glory.
Wake not the Mountain.Let her sleep another age. Better peace than rage.
New Year and new hope, Possibilities for change Are fresh and brand new.
Out there all alone.Nowhere to run from yourself.Get it together.
Frustration Take me to the wood,To the secret mountain lakes,Where no one can hear. The muted screams and shouts.Frustration boiling over.These are troubling days. Like burnt offeringsI’ll… Read more “Haiku Sunday (105-108)”
Under thick wool coats,Bodies brace against the cold,Hands hunting for heat.
The Cardinal His bright red feathers, and black eyes against the soft downy white snow. var jtrack = “56693228”;https://my.jaaxy.com/badge.js
First Snow First snow, soft and deep. Boughs bending under the weight. Wonderland arrived.