
the sound of the rain
tiny beauties on my way
a long due haircut
a warm weekend ahead
a cup of tea and a book for later
now it’s your turn, what are you grateful for today?

the sound of the rain
tiny beauties on my way
a long due haircut
a warm weekend ahead
a cup of tea and a book for later
now it’s your turn, what are you grateful for today?

In Canada, we celebrate thanksgiving this weekend. It’s earlier than the USA thanksgiving celebration. We are up north and the harvest is already in full mode, soon it will be snowing and nothing else to harvest.
It’s a chilly day, 5C/41F this morning. I’m sitting in my living room trying to put words together for this post. Maybe a gratitude list, quotes, poems… not sure what to write.
“What if, today, we were grateful for everything?”
Charlie Brown
So, here are three things I’m grateful for at this moment:
“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
Maya Angelou
Could you tell me one thing you are grateful today?
Happy Thanksgiving!

the 7 wonders make me wonder
where is the flow to my wholeness
in 300 ways i see progress
in 300 ways i see failure
optimism and inspiration
embrace my inner growth
and creative self-expression is born
Joining Reena’s Xploration challenge # 300. Congrats Reena!

W. Somerset Maugham
“Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.”

merciless talking an innocence from madness silence is the say the eternal punishment desirable forgiveness
tanka tuesday synonyms only for quiet and seek. I’m using silence and desirable for my poem.
these gorgeous white flowers called my attention yesterday, maybe a sign from nature? i looked up for their symbolism:
White flower symbolism includes purity, innocence, faith, spiritual enlightenment, and messages from angels. Uniguide.com
i’ve been walking in a rough path recently. purity and innocence can explain a lot to me right now, and maybe i’ll forgive myself.

“Happily we bask in this warm September sun, which illuminates all creatures.”
Henry David Thoreau
ups and downs
it’s holiday here, i’m catching up with some writing in my deck. please, tell me one beautiful thing you are doing today.

red a breath a moment flowing inwards pulsing in the veins welcoming the changes disguised in layers of joy opening unknown paths ahead not always pleasant, a disruption should we stagnate or follow nature's rules dancing with the wind and feeling the droplets let go of what has passed and adapt to the new pleasure can be killed by hesitation and worries be still and breathe feel the moment mind and body in mindfulness we are stronger surrender now
This is a Tree of life poem. Angela, from Let’s write blog, has choosen me as the POW (poet of week) to select a prompt for this week David’s W3 challenge. My prompt guidelines are:
Changes are happening in both hemispheres for the arrival of spring or autumn. The Earth invites us to a beautiful party with colorful flowers or leaves, depending on where we are on this immense planet.
The change of seasons can be tough on us. It can shake our core and disturb our balance. The trees are a perfect example of how to adapt to changes. The branches and leaves flow with the wind and trees get bare or full of leaves, however, a tree’s strength is in the roots.
Let the words above inspire you and write a poem in “Tree of Life” poetic form about changes, impermanence, and strength.
‘Tree of Life’ poetic form
An uplifting poem in 19 lines;
Syllabic: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-4-4-4-4-4-4;
Unrhymed;
Alignment: Centered
Thanks so much David and Angela for giving me this opportunity!
Hope you enjoyed it!

There is a crack, a crack in everything Unreachable perfection Acceptance is the lesson Don’t dwell on what has passed away distortion now, flawless then Forget your perfect offering Darkness can be a blessing
W3 prompt this week is from Angela, she offers us the poem below to use 2 or 3 lines from it and write our own poem.
Anthem’ lyrics ( Leonard Cohen ) The birds they sang At the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away Or what is yet to be Ah, the wars they will be fought again The holy dove, she will be caught again Bought and sold, and bought again The dove is never free Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in


a butterfly flapping its wings an old yard lady lost her rings searching for them, flipboom! dizziness, zoom zoom zoom she fell down hearing lots of dings
Joining David’s W3 challenge:Lesley’s prompt guidelines a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own. I’ve written a Limerick poem (5 lines with the rhyme aabba) and invented flipboom, meaning flipping, falling and boom!
Hope you like the poem and also the photo, I took it with my phone under the flower.