Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death. Advertisements
Category: creativity
Mallard
In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites
Spooning
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
Manic Moments
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering
Autumnal Joy
Fields glisten – golden satisfaction – eagle soars above Sun on river gleams a glorious farewell my heart joins eagle. (Image from personal collection.)
Shine a Light
Winter breath catches shine a light to guide me home – darkness unsettles. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: air/ lantern. Image from personal collection)
