BECAUSE … (A Haibun)

“Vanity of vanity. All is vanity,” so says the prophet Qohelet in the Book of Ecclesiastes about  life. It does seem like life is all about chasing the wind. There are days when, saddled with the routine of everyday, I find myself engrossed in an internal conversation about existence. How do I reconcile the repetitiveContinue reading “BECAUSE … (A Haibun)”


Weary feet Plod on grassy paths Oblivious Of the world they have seen so many times Jaded, their spring dies Wild Lily Flirting with the breeze Captivates Tepid eyes Drink deeply of loveliness And sighs at such bliss.   These flowers are Turk’s Cap Lilies that I found growing in Sweets Knoll State Park, Dighton,Continue reading “SATISFACTION”


Wishes sat by the roadside dejected and forlorn they have long been waiting for the hand to claim their own but nobody dared come near for wishes exact a price many opt to hide behind contentment’s guise. One wish says she is Love She looks rather old Her hope springs eternal she’ll find the oneContinue reading “WISHES”


 August comes with a warning – You see it in the leaves turning in the middle of summer Fall’s shadow appears; it is in the flowers dying in the sad news I heard of friends and loved ones leaving Life is changing and August comes with a warning perhaps to prepare our souls for joyContinue reading “AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING”


The belles are swinging in the meadow their ruffled skirts are flying up high The hornets are stealing their sweetness and butterflies let out an envious sigh Come, come watch the spectacle it doesn’t last all summer long Be there in the early days of August when the sun is bright and strong All too soonContinue reading “MEADOW BELL(E)S (WPC: Rare)”


I met him with a luggageful of warnings. “He could be a psycho!” was my friends’ almost unanimous fear when I told them that I would meet the man I met online who happened to be from the other side of the world. After a year of extensive e-mails and expensive phonecalls, we agreed toContinue reading “THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW HIS FACE”


  The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ~Basho Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler’s dower. ~William Allingham Where flowers bloom so does hope. ~ Lady Bird Johnson The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand. ~ SirContinue reading “A SUNDAY BOUQUET OF WILDFLOWERS”


I rarely go walking. I find it burdensome to walk around town with children in tow. Half the time, I am dodging traffic and the other half, keeping rowdy children safe. There is no time to stop and enjoy the scenery, if there is any. I cannot walk at my own pace. But we areContinue reading “MORNING WALK IN THE WOODS (WPC: Morning)”


 I am a bluet a cross is my flower I am of low stature I have no fragrance, nor showy color simplicity is my gift a cross is my flower I am Bluet I am beautiful. I am fascinated by these little flowers that I am taking a lot of pictures of them (while theyContinue reading “BLUETS”