approaching november the burgeoning scent of marigolds

starry sky . . . all that you can see but never able to grasp

blossoming laburnum . . . . . like a poem bared its heart

. setting sun descending the temple’s step in slow strides

summing her up her wildflower tattoo

sweetness of plum on my lips a ripened love poem

growing to-do list i want to checkout from this life

#completethehaiga 22 #prompt #haiga #haiku #senryu #tanka

lost before reaching this world a thrush's song in woods

taking me to april in the middle of november a spring poem

#completethehaiga 26 #prompt #haiga #haiku #senryu #tanka

thrashing the death out of fallen leaves autumn wind

december surrounded by the silence of the fallen snow

broken clouds . . . do we ever heal completely?

flaunting her new curves the old river

riding to the far  end of the pond sun on ripples

nature walk~ the trail lit by birdsongs

#FromOneLine i could see him through the window of my dreams —

the give and take of loss . . . #vss365

what do you think a poem should be? #vss365