waving daintily
the object of Spring’s desire
on a sunny day
In response to The Daily Post prompt: object.
flowers
All posts tagged flowers
last summer
honeysuckle dreams
so early in the season
sentimental airs
In response to The Daily Post prompt: sentimental.
draped across the garden fence
morning’s Glory
dressed in indigo and blue
and heart-shaped greens
a reminder to sip the day
and taste the moments
as they are given
and received
in the communion of life
sunflower’s morning glory shines
as autumn sneaks in on mushroom feet
and summer, determined to hold fast
spills over the garden fence
a whoosh of heat
as the house clicks and rattles
the season’s first frost
though straggly
soon they conquer all…
violets~ Issa, 1822
I haven’t had time to write my own small stones lately. You might think it doesn’t take much time to write up a small stone, but for me it does. I find it challenging to be succinct.
I came across this Issa haiku after spending time with the violets in the woods and meadows. It was too appropriate to pass up. I’m hoping it will, when I find time again, lead me towards writing my own small stones (and/or haiku) once again. It is a challenging, but enjoyable, exercise in mindfulness.
In the meadow
Dandelions
Become stars
In a spring-green sky
It looks, it smells, it feels like springtime. The air is warm and moist, not cold and dry, with a green and earthy scent instead of the odor of decaying vegetation usually present during the fall and winter months. The daffodils have sent up green shoots, responding to the sunshine and the unseasonably warm temperatures. The birds are twitterpated, but skeptical. I bet even Punxsutawny Phil was confused and confuzzled in his prognostications.
The Great Groundhog has predicted 6 more weeks of winter. What winter?
immersing myself in melancholy
(a pity party with whine and cheese)
life gives me a sudden chiropractic treatment of the mind
(an attitude adjustment)
pulling me out of the muck of my own making
opening me up to possibility
and joy
As I mentioned on my other blog yesterday, we are sailing into the January Doldrums, the passage to the February Funk. That’s winter.
Celebrate each season, for you too, are transformed with the turns of the earth.
~ Arthur Dobrin
Bountiful Healing 