Imitate Nature, the guru said, observe and learn. Geese, I notice, are loud, messy, and communal. Move slowly without shame, protest likewise. Not sure I
Frayed and overwhelmed, senses bombarded beyond coping – seek comfort in the quiet knowing, and loving support of kinship. (For RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: coping &
Looking for a rock at present, preferably a boulder, might dig myself a cave and await resurrection sacrilegious, I know, but the tasks are overwhelming
Confronted with the confines of your hate-centered speech, I choke on disbelief, mind sputters, stalls, conversation moves on and all I can manage is an
Mist precedes morning light rises off summer warmed lake the loon’s call floating on a breeze – forever a cherished slice of life. (For Reena’s
One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy.