Bitter warmth whispers,
Mornings steeped in fragrant calm,
Sip, dawn’s silent song.
Bitter warmth whispers,
Mornings steeped in fragrant calm,
Sip, dawn’s silent song.
letting go of learned behaviors…
Emily, was never truly a friend…
A La Carte?! Again?!
Metal guardian,
Alchemy Brewing at dawn,
Morning’s pour in cups.
Exercise relieves.
Create virtuous cycles
Clarity, health, wealth
Creativity
A souls daily exercise
Essential virtue
Love old fashioned ink
Stories written on ribbon
typewriter ink finds
Birthed life, new access
Pass to new generations
Motherhood divine
Seasons Reminisce
A Summer filled of childhoods
And adulting now
No haiku but three
Of lines formed named a tercet
No need to count them
Thankful to know wind
Sharing the sunset’s cool breeze
Thankful to hear wind