Brightest, like frost,
a moister dawn…
Did I live in peace?
Feel ancient life,
forest sanctuary,
stone moss?
The that do like him
soon rising
& almost dark,
I, insect, fall.
(Another Friday, another Magnetic poetry session.)
Tag: fall
Conscious Breathing
Inhale – chest rises –
exhale – chest falls – summon new,
expel old; repeat.
(Haiku written for Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: Â rise/fall)
One Woman's Quest 