Category Archives: Seasons

As the seasons pass #tanka

Inspired to motion,

Autumn leaves, eager to dance,

goaded by the breeze,

until losing grip, they fall,

their moment of freedom, brief.

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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 142, 1ST OF THE MONTH #POET’SCHOICE ~Autumn signs

Bright golden lances

pierce the towering grey clouds,

sun’s strength faltering,

feverish feeding begins

preparing for the Winter.

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, June 19th 2019, summer solstice

summer-solstice

The portal opens

released, golden dawn is freed

her bounty granted

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MLMM’s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 24th 2019, something different

The Winter holly

festooned with blood red baubles.

Fast food in the snow.

 

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 10th 2019, new beginnings

As green shoots appear

in the springing of the year

Gaia is reborn

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Scene from my window #tanka

On the moorsAshen faced, the skies

discharge leaden, liquid cargo,

to the playful breeze,

now their voyage is complete,

gifting life to Mother Earth.

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MLMM’s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 27 2019 Morning Glory

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Veined, mauve trumpets sound

a clarion call to bees.

Life in harmony.

 

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 13th 2019, cherry blossom

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Brief dalliance with

pastel-shaded gossamer.

Till spurned by the breeze.

 

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#Sixwordstory SIX WORD STORY: MISSING #Micro

While missing you I shot myself

 

 

 

 

 

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Tale Weaver #209 – Rebuild – 7th February

Peacock butterflyI had one impulse, it consumed my desire. I was dangling on a gossamer thread that was tethered high above my head. I stared up, fixing my eyes on the branch, not daring to look down. Out of the corner of my eye I could see all of my siblings starting to move upwards. A relentless tide of greenish-yellow bodies, each hoping to be the first to reach the succulent leaves that had overnight covered the branches of  the birch tree, our ultimate goal. We all moved with one intent, to eat the sweet-tasting, luxuriant, green parcels of protein. Within minutes I had reached the smooth bark and I knew I would have to start eating the leaves. I would eat until my body felt like bursting at the seams. It was time to spread out along the branches as they became thinner, gradually dwindling to bushy growth.

I looked around and realised trouble was brewing. Small yellow birds had noticed that there was now a bounty of food and they were able with very little effort to pick up beak-fulls of juicy bodies that they could carry back to their nests. Each nest full of ravenous mouths chattering and clamouring to be fed.  We would be an easy meal for the little chicks to digest and grow. I slunk along the twig trying to keep by body as low as possible, hoping not to be noticed before I reached the shelter of the leaf clumps. Then I could satisfy my hunger.

I started on the leaves nibbling away  at the juicy green leaf-edges. Drawing myself up and then stretching out to take the next mouthful. Delicious! After a few hours, during which I managed to consume at least forty times my own weight of food I knew it was time to sleep. I hooked my claws into the bottom of an uneaten leaf and rapidly fell asleep. For the next few days I woke early and spent all of the daylight hours eating, hiding from the birds and retiring to sleep as it started to darken.

On the fourth morning I awoke after a restless night and it felt as though someone had wrapped me in a thick cloak. I twisted , turned and kicked until I managed to break free. I poked my head out of a strange-smelling, brown tube.  I was exhausted so I just sat and rested It was then that I noticed my body had changed. My head was bigger, my eyes were brighter. My heartbeat was stronger and there were two growths on my shoulders. They got bigger and bigger . Wings! Somehow during the night I had managed to rebuild my body and I could fly for I was now a butterfly. Now there was no time to eat but another urge surged through my beautiful body.

 

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