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.
Creativity
An optimal performance
Virtuous cycle
Now discovering
wavering fate may guide to
Doom or Destiny
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
When to grow patience
A souls daily exercise
Essential virtue
Sounds of quiet dives
The belly flops of turtles
Into a fish pond