Fall’s frosted fingers, Etch lace into the windows Of my tiny house.
Waffles, golden brown, Pockets for maple syrup And melting butter.
Hallowe’en Black cats, pointed hats… Creepy creatures of the night, Oh my! What a fright! Halloween Tic tock, round the block, Masked faces and sticky fingers, Squeals… Read more “Haiku Sunday (156 & 157)”
Winding my way throughAutumn’s fiery palette,Frost nipping my heels.
Exotic cities, cultures apart, With minarets, mosques, and prayers to start. Meleke terraces, blue pools, and sand Groomed and tended by a skilled gardener’s hands. Textiles and… Read more “Ancient Arabian Places”
She sat at the edge of the sea, Her skin warming in the hot sun. It was only here she felt free, Resting from battles lost and… Read more “Need a vacation?”
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And… Read more “Wandering”
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its… Read more “Travel”
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked… Read more “The Road Not Taken”
“Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of… Read more “Burton on Travel”
He wears his anxiety like an outdated polyester shirt, tight and two sizes too small, riding up when he sits down, full of snags and static cling.