One spring

I was a daffodilBaptized in the rain, I prayed yellow The tulips trembled, but mylot was the sky No perfumy scent for meI bathed in sunlight My petals sculpted from astar and unnecessary happiness I was confidence. poetry andpart of a golden host One of hundreds or thousandsnever lonely and eternally spring My mother’s favorite […]

March 1

The ache of winterfading with the calendarthe first day of March For Ronovan Writes haiku poetry prompt #347: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/03/01/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-347-ache-and-ease/#respond Blue jays worry the morningCrows rattle the skyChicka dees dee dee at the feederThe wrens scold the juncos and thegold finch begins to turn yellowHello, MarchCarrying the ache of winteryet in this season of muda hint […]

Saturday morning short form

Mid FebruaryMockingbird has a new songMore! More! February walkPuppy in a sweaterStill she shivers Droopy yellow leavesAmaryllis says “enough!”Winter doldrums  a collage   snapping        against             birdsong    burrowed deep in the contented silence across a fertile land pressed flowers sleeping crickets the neighbor’s July wave    […]

Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #345

Snowing and blowingdoves and wrens at the feedersuddenly detente Snowing and blowingmy husband frying baconbirds at the feeder Ron is not working today, so he wrote a haiku also: Falling, the seasonWinds blow seed snow chirping soundsRefuge porch- Feed the birds A link to the challenge:https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/15/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-345-bird-and-blow/#respond

Flying with (week 2 assignment)

Flying with angels, accidents and an albatross   across                                  large and hungry Flying with blessings, babies and blackbirds   below                     4 and 20 baked in a pie           […]

January Squares

Nasturtium can still beCharles Olson’s flowerand maybe like my motherhe instructed his daughterto soak the little wrinkledseeds in a custard cup ofwater overnight, so theywould sprout quicker inthe sickly soil next to theback door. Thinking ofthe shades of orange andthe veiny round leaves ofJuly- this is my nose-gay now. Inspired by p. 632, The Maximus […]