Orbs of green sprouting Anticipating sweet reds Best taste of summer * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. *My salsa garden of tomatoes, jalapeños and bell peppers has finally started producing fruit. I cannot wait for my first taste of homegrown veggies.
Tag: poetry
Fortune cookie apocalypse
Four Horsemen riding Season of evil begins Should I mow my lawn * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. If the end of the world actually begins this weekend, there's is nothing I can do to stop it. If I'm not prepared for it by now, then I guess I'm toast.
Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978
This past weekend my family held a yard sale, our first in several years. After the first hectic hour, I remembered why I prefer to simply donate items to our local Goodwill and church charities. Sketchy people show up at yard sales, and now they all know where I live... Other than the handful of … Continue reading Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978
Separate lives
We speak the same language Yet you don’t understand A single word I say We read the same books Quote our favorite movies But have nothing in common We share a God A compatible sense of right and wrong Though we can never agree Your body fits perfectly Around mine You say you’ve outgrown me … Continue reading Separate lives
Breakfast flock
Jonathan broke free Flying through the breakfast flock I want to be you Inspired by "Jonathan Livingston Seagull," by Richard Bach * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
We were gods
We thought we were gods No mere mortal could touch us We were such children * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. * In a little over a month, my husband and I will celebrate our 25th anniversary. Looking back on our wedding photos, I'm amazed at how young we were, how little … Continue reading We were gods
Thin spiral notebook 