"When does winter begin?" my seven-year-old asks me this evening. "Well," I smile, "technically, it starts in December, which is just around the corner." Funny thing is, she already knows this - but she likes to talk just for the sake of talking; and she likes to get others talking too. The on-again-off-again rains in… Continue reading Seas, or: Sees
Poetry Partners #136 'Leaf Expression', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' Wondering through the forest. I follow blue that turns into auburn, orange and gold. Leaves falling carpeting the woodland floor below. My steps are imprinting a trail for those to follow. An eerie silence is broken by autumn winds. As… Continue reading Expressions, or: Last hurrahs
In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures. However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes… Continue reading An unusually chilly bluster
A haiku autumn stars rustlebright shadows flit into viewphosphene theatrics Moonwashed weekly prompt Theatrics Twiglet #297 a bright shadow
Poetry Partners #131 'The Fallen', a poem by Brandon Ellrich The sun grows weary of providing warmth, And birds must bend to his whims. Leaves have betrayed their host, And fallen from their homes. The jealous wind, no longer seen, In the branches of the trees, Now sweeps through the discarded canopy, To show that… Continue reading Fallen, or: Swept away
A Haibun I have writer's block, in the sense that all I want to do most days is write; sometimes, it gets in the way of (/blocks me from) being fully present in my life. The composition of poetry is a defining aspect of my every day; it has become impossible for me to conceive… Continue reading Floating, or: Flying
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