ripples

touched by a moonbeam
tranquil lake shivers silver
~ripples reach my ears
listening closely, I hear
lowest hanging clouds murmur

hanging clouds murmur
mischief firing up some fun
~pillow fight follows
sudden unexpected kiss
below falling down feathers

falling down feathers
caressing cherry blossoms
~April rain showers
shivering streams of silver
matting our hair as we dance

as we dance all night
starlight splattering on souls
~ summer sighs softly
as time’s tender tendrils tug
temptingly towards autumn

autumn always clicks
photographs in sepia
~ I’m thinking of us
thoughts flurry in photographs
like snow in the negatives

A renga by David of The skeptic’s kaddish and me of mindfills. It’s been so fun. It started here and now…


a flurry of snow
when wayward winter winds woosh
in a gust of glee

For the next 10 days, I’m off grid in the mountains :)… so see you when I see you. Happy writing, reading sharing!

ripples

touched by a moonbeam
tranquil lake shivers silver
~ripples reach my ears
listening closely, I hear
lowest hanging clouds murmur

hanging clouds murmur
mischief firing up some fun
~pillow fight follows
sudden unexpected kiss
below falling down feathers

falling down feathers
caressing cherry blossoms
~April rain showers
shivering streams of silver
matting our hair as we dance

as we dance all night
starlight splattering on souls
~ summer sighs softly
as time’s tender tendrils tug
temptingly towards autumn

autumn always clicks
photographs in sepia
~ I’m thinking of us

~ A renga by David of The skeptic’s kaddish and me of mindfills. It’s been so fun. It started here and now…

This is ~ a quadrille

this is a banyan tree
devouring time
tightening its tentacles
on creatures and creations
drilling deep into the heart of earth
sucking out the wine of life
life that knew children’s laughter
life that you and I wonder about
this banyan tree does not

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mindfills of s.s. for
dVerse Quadrille hosted by Linda where we have to write a poem in exactly 44 words and including the word wine
and dVerse Poetics hosted by Lisa – Flipping meanings – Lisa asks us to play with opposites, choosing one of our OWN favorite poems and flipping it

ripples ~ a renga

touched by a moonbeam
tranquil lake shivers silver
~ripples reach my ears
listening closely, I hear
lowest hanging clouds murmur

hanging clouds murmur
mischief firing up some fun
~pillow fight follows
sudden unexpected kiss
below falling down feathers

falling down feathers
caressing cherry blossoms
~April rain showers

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Mindfills of s.s. for

David from The skeptic’s kaddish whose words added joy to the haiku I wrote… and we’ve been having fun with collaborative writing … And so …we renga on 😊

sprigs of spring ~ a haibun

I was there just last week. Walking up The Dayara Bugyal trail, through rhododendron forests, a gentle climb to high altitude meadows nestled in the heart of the Himalayas.  

Bare walnut trees, waking up, were sprouting baby green leaves. Wheat fields swayed to the rhythm of sunlight. Birds stopped to suck nectar from red rhododendrons. Dotting the landscape were these artistically gnarled leafless trees covered in pink sprays of inflorescence. Cherry? I asked in my botanic ignorance. Haha No they said. We’re not in Japan. This is Tilini.

when cherry blossoms'

pink evanescence pauses

to breathe in Spring

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Mindfills of s.s. for

dVerse – Frank Tassone’s Haibun challenge – cherry blossoms

dVerse OLN – hosted by Lillian