The weather here changes quickly

secrets of the fogdraw me in its density-depth of winter hauntstime to wear new eyeglassesshed old snakeskin perspectivescome out of hibernation there's no looking backafter the mask falls - shreddedinto smithereensit's not Imbolc as yet; butmy heart dances to glorya feetless dance in the air ornithologistshunting for winter sparrowslook disappointedweather here changes quicklyfrozen mindsets thaw … Continue reading The weather here changes quickly

Cyclic Power

cold clouds mockfoliage-stripped treesdefiantbranches swaypowered by cycles - spring isaround the corner 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge Image credit: Winter in the Country, c. 1859 by George Henry Durrie, Artist from the National Gallery of Art

Wintry winds

colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16

Regret, Resolve, Rebond

Abhanga is the original name given to a saint's devotional poetry in the state of Maharashtra in India. The poet was Sant Tukaram. The abhanga that we talk about here is a syllabic form of 6,6,6,4 with lines 2 and 3 rhyming. Colleen gives us 3 kigo words to be incorporated in the verses. I … Continue reading Regret, Resolve, Rebond

Wintry nights

pesky mosquitoes devourprecious balcony momentsreluctant puppies brought inearly winter dusk warm broth to gladden tummiesspooned over in bowls of lovesnuggled in our laps, they growlchilly north winds blow beds and quilts ready for nightcushions to play till sleep strikeslove overpowers tired boneswarmth around the hearth Tanka Tuesday

Freedom

When a memory looms larger than the person or incident, it is time to identify the parts within you that hurt. The cure lies within me, when I expend energy in apportioning blame. I thank fate for the comfort and softness of the quilt as thoughts of cold enmity freeze my brain. Will I, can … Continue reading Freedom

Incubate

frozen pellets touchautumnal thoughts to announcethe first month with sleetexhorting beds to cope upminds to think, not hibernate I'll see you walkingsturdy boots trampling sloth inlate winter gardensharing warm secrets with windschilled - till they change direction host campfires at nightcarry messages from moon-blanket by the fireincubating ideasfor impending growth season 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry … Continue reading Incubate

Dark skies, bloody ground

soldiers' bootstear silence of tombsa child criesbids goodbyeto season of fear; can't hearwinter's neighbor sigh Kigo - Winter's Neighbour Tanka Tuesday

Autumnal Fear

Halloween is just a week away. The yellow fall foliage crackling beneath my feet wants to know about my costume. Am I going to wear my younger self or my older one to scare others? The cold nights will soon begin leading to highly misty mornings. The follies of youth have long given way to … Continue reading Autumnal Fear

Mindfulness

a poet spoke ofdaffodils - long before youheard of mindfulnesslet the coaches know that Iread good poetry;I don't spend hard-earned moneyto learn how to smellrainbows and pocket the skyfor upliftment, instant joy Sorry I don't needhappiness or mindfulnesscoaching to controlmy amygdala; it justhappens by flipping a page Choka with tanka as envoy Kigo word: daffodils … Continue reading Mindfulness