Sunday morning, the sun is still waking up, the shadows are long and the air is crisp.
Yellow flowers on my way, they are taking over the walking path.
Cargo-ships are in hurry to reach their destination before the river freezes and their season ends.
Of course, more yellow flowers!
This photo reminds me of impermanence, changes, and letting go.
Beautiful leaves, they are Autumn’s flowers.
Hope you enjoyed walking with me! Have a great week!
Bounds keep us grounded, and the freedom out of our hands. Is it worth it to blindly choose a path to freedom? Stability battles against feelings, destroying the ancestral foundations to create infinite space between past and present.
breaking barriers
the verdict is imminent
unveil your true self
welcome autumn joy
a muffin, pumpkin spice latte
kouyou everywhere
an dulcet invitation
guiding me to a fika
kouyou – Leaves changing color dulcet– Sweet, sugary
fika – A concept in Swedish culture with the basic meaning of making time with friends for coffee and a little something to eat; “a coffee and cake break.”
A peaceful moment in my garden
a
breath away
making me mindless
never
the bonds
will be broken
i
am confidente
my powerful strength
longing
for fantasy
to be together
we
will grow
a forever commitment
Write 5 separate Hay(na)ku poems, each about a different aspect of love, including but not limited to:
Check out the Rengay poem I wrote together with David. It was my first time writting a collaboration poem and also this form of poetry. After one week of emails back and forward we put together the poem. I love how it turned out!
breathe in
breathe out
the morning silence
inspiring
solitude, knowledge
creating space
just being
warm autumn sunsets
delightful crows symphony
the harvest moon smiles
she will be the only queen
in cozy darkening days
distressed soul carrying the weight of the past crawling between crumbs of memories darkness takes over your surroundings deep into your being the veil is thinning while bare branches reach to you a carpet of leaves welcomes you the golden light is your portal
W3
II. Lisa’s prompt guidelines
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two. And if you’d like an extra spark, here’s a thought from Friedrich Nietzsche:
I notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
They found each other in a raining day. Love at first sight, hope, and cure for their broken hearts.
Hearts, once crying in desolation, now beat as one, mended with stiches of love to create a place for hope.
Joining Sadje’s WDYS
Tea & Paper 