Pursuing Progress
rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.
blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete
blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.
the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past
My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.
in this time of rage
invective traded like cash
poetry’s my peace
Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly.
I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “bosom”.
now hold each other
clutch children to our bosom
the world’s mad with rage
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “Acid“. I found this pretty challenging. Finally, I came up with the notion below.
like a strong acid
such a corrosive people
crafting so much pain
My contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Sand. I, being me, opt for a haiku.
memories of sand
I love the smell of the beach
the winds from the west
raindrops on petals
the bees now seeking shelter
spots on my glasses