White Petals

Friday, October 6, 2017

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tanka Sequence

Falling

my dreamer’s dream

the fluff of fairy tales

and happy endings;

the fresh fragrance of you

like a May morning after rain

all that I feel

a lovely anguish

and a longing

relieved only by your kiss

and your arms encircling me

cheek touching cheek

your hand firm on my back

guides me as we dance;

our hearts falling

into the same rhythm

Red Lights

Friday, September 8, 2017

Senryu

road detour

turning off the GPS

to get lost

three hour fire log

romantic ambience

on a timer

antique car show

cool cars

hot prices

Living Senryu-

Cattails

Living Senryu

Sunday, August 20, 2017

We have a garden and I have become, by necessity, a gardener. Our move to the country to a house with over an acre of land meant some gardening had to be done. With books, a spade, and the knowledgeable voice of a local nurseryman we plant shrubs, grasses, flowers.

dirt under my nails

I trade pink polish

for peonies

sweeter and longer lasting

than any manicure

Success with daisies, phlox, black-eyed susans, irises, spirea and many shrubs and annuals have swelled my head. I’m a gardener! I’ll plant roses next. Pooh on all the doubters who say they are hard to grow. The roses do well that summer and survive the harsh winter, leafing up beautifully in the spring. Then, catastrophe. The leaves are full of pin holes and getting brown. Buds are shriveled. Aphids! That's what the nurseryman tells me. I go on the attack, spray heavily and wait one week. Two weeks. One morning I see new leaves growing. By mid-July new buds have formed. I spray again and wait.

a rose bouquet

sprinkled with morning dew

in bare hands

ignoring the thorns and pricks

and fresh drops of blood

Haibun Today, June 2017