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
It’s Sunday, so why we don’t have a little fun!
looking up to the sky
the kids are on standby
the smiles are fading away
the bets are at the bay
the kite echoes bye-bye
Joining W3 prompt below, I’ve chosen a Limerick form ‘AABBA’ for my little poem.
This week, we’re playing with contrast:
Write a poem where form and content are at odds.
The tension between the bright form and dark content should create an unsettling or thought-provoking effect.
Extra twist (optional): Work the word echo into your poem.
Fall colours are popping up around here, starting with the golden sunlight in the early morning and late afternoon. I saw these sunflowers at the grocery store last week. They have the most exquisite colours, and I couldn’t resist; I brought them home.
Pumpkin spice is my fave taste this time of the year, everything, from lattes to candles. Cinnamon, apple pies… delicious, and delicious.
And of course, cozy up with a great story. I got these three books for September. Strong women’s characters are always my to go when choosing a book.
Little things here and there, trying to focus on the positive.
“There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
flow
with joy
time will tell
the right moment
not a second more
and not a second less
listen, your intuition
sailing in turbulent waters
let go of the grip, breathe in and out
sparkling water will show the direction
Joining the W3 prompt this week with an Etheree poem.
Choose a word from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and make it the title of your poem. Your poem should either use the word directly or capture the essence of its meaning. Include a direct link to the word’s page so readers can explore its definition and origin. Write in any poetic form you wish.
I’ve chosen JUSTING, check the meaning here.
I’m always searching for light, both in the true sense of brightness and the lightness in my thoughts, my being.
Spring is coming, at least trying, the fight with winter seems never-ending. Slowly it gets there, the signs are everywhere; from the grocery store, loaded with tulips and fresh produce, to my garden where the signs are still subtle but promising.
The Earth is smiling and starting to dress up in all colours.
However, darkness lurks in the corner, waiting for an opportunity to take us down. Be wise and keep a source of light at all times.
Sharing with Sadje’s What do you see
I haven’t posted here for so long, always leaving it for next week and next week, and now it has been months since I last showed up in this space.
Spring has arrived, but not completely; it is still fighting the winter. We had some snowflakes this weekend.
Catching up on a few things I have done recently:
Long walks outdoors. The river was frozen for so long, and I love to hear the song of the water underneath the ice.
Tulips. I can’t resist and end up buying lots of them. I’m practicing my photography skills using them as a model.
Reading and writing, as always!
Baking delicious and healthy meals. And of course, drinking lots of coffee and tea.
Plants are never enough! On the left my new indoor baby, turtle string, the tiny leaves are so cute. And on the right, tulips are starting to pop up in my garden.
Hope you had a wonderful winter and are enjoying the new season.
Bonded together through the roots
Outwards distinct reflections
No men power can untie them
Devoted bonds are forever
W3 – Bond – Acrostic poem
leaves' exquisite glow
the night quickly approaches
strength of letting go
a cue for today's fading
for hope of tomorrow's dreams
A tanka for W3 prompt – strength
Peacing my thoughts
Before the world darks
I forwarded myself into the light
Believing that magic still exits
I hearted my feelings
For a few minutes
The golden possibled my being
Magnetically
I listened to my intuition
And didn’t science my soul
I let go of expectations
I was sevening again
Joining Moonwashed Musings – the prompt is Magnetic
AND
Joining W3 poetry challenge, Melissa‘s prompt is below. The words I’ve chosen are in italics in my poem.
Verb: a word used to describe an action, state, or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence, such as hear, become, happen.
| about | herself | peace |
| because | high | possible |
| camera | how | science |
| car | industry | seven |
| dark | itself | six |
| despite | late | south |
| entire | machine | speech |
| foot | money | toward |
| former | nice | two |
| heart | other | yes |
Tea & Paper 