Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued,
Impulse once drove my plunges – glorious confidence propelling fortuitous dives – unknown waters an adventure to be conquered. Even with onset of anxiety I’d
Autumn winds fevered – constraint not an option when fierce Winter follows. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: fever/ fierce)
Late August nights cool burnt dry hues will soon transform – symphony of colour There is sorrow in Summer’s end; Autumn’s icy breath Winter’s warning.
My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
Knee-deep wading in electric yellow waters of mud-laden stream the coveted prize – a mutated version – Christ’s fish hovers arms reach away – have