Look at me – all authority and control – productivity overload until emotion, undisciplined, toddles in, waves her curls disrupts feed her sugar – a
Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs.
If only I could bloom a rhapsody, gentles river song for sound… will remember your promise – respect another soul, honour their life, that between
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
What life tears apart nature mends – cyclical flow, divinely decreed. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend) Image from personal collection.
Contrasts, life presents – focus on the light, I tell myself, eyes wandering to dark corners been up against too many brick walls to harbour