Through thickening brush light whispers, beckons – forest ripe with mystery. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Image from personal collection.)

Through thickening brush light whispers, beckons – forest ripe with mystery. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Image from personal collection.)
Autumn winds fevered – constraint not an option when fierce Winter follows. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: fever/ fierce)
Must have been the heat – lazy August sun reaching through Willow sway – or maybe the laughter bubbling up from brook – had me
Be as trees, reaching canopy of harmony, gratitude implied. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: gratitude / harmony. Photo from personal collection.)
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.
Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest
Lauren writes too much
Writing made awesome!
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.