Rain-drenched
roads kick up
blinding mist,
Eight hours –
construction,
accidents,
snarly traffic
ignoring
neon:
Adjust speed for weather
We arrive
at five –
multi-lanes
jammed –
Quick!
Wrong lane!
Merge right!
Weary commuters –
tourists
a rush-hour pain –
graciously acquiesce.
Welcome
to Ottawa.
(Inspired by today’s road trip and written for dVerse’s quadrille: quick, and Ragtag Community’s: grace)
(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Â change & rebel. Â Image from personal collection.)
The past clings,
like moss, nurtured
by tears unshed,
like sap untapped,
warps minds,
sense of self,
craves perceptional
shift –
a vernal appreciation
for the grandeur
of our contours,
brilliance of wisdom
garnered through strife –
the undeniable elegance
of lush green moss.
(Photo from personal collection: rainforest on Vancouver Island.)
Daylight softens
and my lens twitches
to follow the birds
into the brush
to a pond
where green water
ripples, exposes
the presence
of beaver,
slicing through algae.
I click. Â Success!
Later revel
in images,
red welts
raising on arms,
legs afire with itch.
(dVerse is back and celebrating 7 years with a quadrille, focus: itch)
(Submitted to Fandango’s Daily prompt: mirror)
Spring willow
aspiring to yellow
wispy curtains
graceful queen
my heart bows
to your majesty.
One Woman's Quest 