In weakness vines cling, crave a solid bolstering – sage advice: no wall. (Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: sage / vine.) Advertisements
End of Day
Sun blazes before it falls, slashes the day’s sky – blue guarding against blaze. Golden grasses absorb the fire, brazen in their clay-baked fields. Branches
Soul Stalker
Downy blankets of white softly settle, Nature gratefully submitting to slumber as the Earth bids a seasonal adieu. Inside, my body craving hibernation, curls into
Darn Finances
Money – that vital ingredient – threatens to rebuke us, these haphazard habits equating to negligence. Investments – retirement’s foundation – falter, then plunge, a
The Last Train (Sonnet)
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
Imagination Fuelled
Words encased, mysteries bound – their secrets unlock neon possibilities – light exploding, neurons swirling no containing the magic unleashed when pages turn. (For Willow
