morning haiku
fullness of ripe peach sunrise
diamonds on window
my tender heart open wide!
Similar Posts
- divine | mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | the delicious now
always careening
invited in but always careening towards something (careless footsteps) skin throbbing from the sting (and not wanting to forget) the pulsating rhythm of blood rushing to the point of entry bathed in sunlight, the clenching stops while quiescent clouds gather rich, mellifluous enchantment moments and memories stitched together (everything in his house has a story)…
- art | creativity | inspiration | poetry
purple is
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.
