A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I
Unexpected, this encounter – piercing golden eyes a coat of mottled feathers, a new visitor to our river – not sure who is more startled.
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the
Perched treetop high plump Indigo releases a sumptuous song. (Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious.
Painted skies whisper a nightly farewell – silent beauty speaks volumes. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: beauty & quiet)
Rain teases, trickles, more sweat than shower air thick and smothering sits on my chest. I exhale in puffs willing chest to rise begrudging this