marriage wears the crownfor grit and tenacitybe my Valentine crowns of blue and redgritty jays and cardinalscrack sunflower seeds
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #396
With smooth silent stepsthe sun moves across the floorweightless as desire I step on the matForward fold and downward dogMonday morning moves
Taurus
Clay writing tablets dating from 3000 BC provide some of the earliest evidence of when humans began creating constellations. Taurus, the bull, is believed to be one of the oldest constellations. It passes through the Northern Hemisphere from November to March, but is most visible in January. I offer to the firein the old constellationsmy […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt #393
Target on Mondaydown past the Valentine’s cardsa line to checkout
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #392
Late afternoon lightthe red amaryllis bendsheart of the kitchen And my husband is participating this week: The heart is sad ascurve is bent up not the choicecovid is moving
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #391
To burn old books readFahrenheit 451Don’t play with matches The fire burns downold constellations look tiredmy last glass of wine Mother told me-don’tburn the candle at both endsyet I held no mat
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #381
tiny autumn gnomenestled in a dusty potsleepy gray field mouse
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #379
The June bugs are gonesummer crumbles into falldry leaves and pumpkins A backseat rumble-Mom! He’s touching me!Don’t bug your sister
Saturday Bird Sketch
The shadows under their wingsrhythmic with the breathin the tight knitted chestsof the house finches A row of raspberry males andtheir mottled mates along the deckrailing are a feathered span ofbright eyed inflection Such clear and endless strivingdraws autumn to the treetopswhere yellow poplar leavescostume as gold finches Geese are flying south their wing shadows […]
Haibun
My daughter has asked for family history such as marriages, births and military service, yet I keep recalling my mother’s long fingers and an uncle who looked like Mick Jagger. Searching the closetFor baby books and diariesSo many old shoes
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