BUTTERFLY

A caterpillar in its cocoon, so are we in our bodies biding the moment to be a butterfly, free among the flowers silent majesty tender voice of high summer flying into fall an empty cocoon you flew like a butterfly never to return Written for DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Meeting the Bar: Haiku Sequence Prompt Especially

MEMORIAL

Tucked in the woods, by an abandoned rural road, a little old cemetery lies.  About fifty weathered gravestones rise from the wildflower and grass-covered ground.  Nobody visits the place.  After all, the most recent gravestone was placed in the early 1900’s. However, when Memorial Day comes, new flags fly in the graveyard, specifically by the

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

Predator is prey survival of the fittest balance of nature   DAILY POST:  PEST

NEST, AN EMPTY ONE

Build a home Layer by layer First of love Then prayer Make the pillar strong Roof stable To shelter Offspring to love born Helpless souls blessing home With graces untold Years go by Fledglings fly In the empty nest Life goes on.   WPC:  DELTA  

A RAINDROP

Fragile drops of rain Mother of rivers and clouds A world in focus   DAILY POST:  FOCUS

CROCUS

  Ground hugging Crocus blooming against shade and thorns cannot be hidden

There’s Water in Port

Ruby in my glass Liquid feast for the senses Intoxicating WPC:  H2O

RECHARGE

Buzzy bee saving the earth kissing flowers Daily Post: Recharge

THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW HIS FACE

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 to

SHOWERS ON A HOT DAY (for WPC: Cherry on Top)

Raindrops filtered through My hands are left with nothing But what the heart holds   WPC: Cherry on Top