Diana runs free In concrete jungle alone No nymphs to frolic
Ninja-like, She walks, Stealth in her step, tail flicking Whiskers read the air
This poem takes me back to many childhood memories of sitting hidden in the branches of the Bridesblossom tree in the corner of our garden. Reading, writing, even sleeping - it was a favourite spot of mine and best of all, no one knew I was there! The scent of those flowers was almost narcotic, I still gather some when I'm home at blooming time. Unfortunately I don't know what the real name of the plant is - we only called it the bridesblossom tree
You should be living Here to talk and sing and laugh Not gone in the spring Many days recalled Of sun and laughter with you No more since you left My heart broke in bits In those dark... Continue Reading →
Winter Moves - haiku quartet I walk on old tracks The falling leaves splash colour Water breaks on rocks Clouds gusting overhead Small mammals burrow away trees sway as winds blow Colder nights draw in Words fluttering in my... Continue Reading →
Like a will-o-wisp Flickering between the trees My muse eludes me
Haiku #5 revised Black dog bites fierce Downward dog spiralling - Glimmer of hope
Sleeps curled, in a ball Black glossy coat. Night hunter In blankets well wrapped
Perfect start today. Sleepy eyes open. Surprise! Smile Morning tea in bed.
Scribbles from me to you 