warm autumn sunsets
delightful crows symphony
the harvest moon smiles
she will be the only queen
in cozy darkening days
Harvest moon
Tag: Tanka Tuesday
Tanka Tuesday :: The fall
walking in the fall
an impromptus work leave
a right turn wasn’t right
reaching the ground, a scraped knee
a fall which left me disturbed
Tanka Tuesday’s host this week is Yvette; her prompt is to ‘have fun with words that have multiple meanings. I’ve chosen fall, leave and right for my tanka.
Scraps
colourful or plain
scraps of imagination
a treasure or trash
from a perfectly nothing
a future without hurry
Joining Tanka Tuesday.
Tanka Tuesday :: lightness
crisp air baths my skin
lady spring dressed in lightness
refreshes my body
at the end of a long day
the breeze brings dreams full of hope
Tanka Tuesday :: droplets of hope
in the depth winter
my mind wonders in darkness
short days and long nights
the full moon is the witness
i look for the hidden hope
i search for droplets of spring
Haibun :: new beginnings
A glass of wine, a yarn, and little by little layers are born. The waiting and expectation are building up as I look through the window. A new year is approaching!
snowdrops at midnight
welcoming new beginnings
shining as diamonds
Tanka Tuesday – Haibun
Moonwashed musings – New beginnings
Tanka Tuesday :: December
december is here in all its glory
buying a new calendar
surrender to the end
a month for many presents and parties
money is going away
winter desolation
the heavy snow isn't giving us a break
some tasks are imperative
trimming the Christmas tree
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
tanka tuesday :: through the window
i'm looking through the window the flakes shinning as diamonds the ground is blanketed by early winter dusk outdoors is inviting me the dry air is refreshing passion arises as the warmth around the hearth a scarf wrapped around my neck leather boots dressing my feet gloves caressing my fingers chilly north winds blow
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
one autumn morning
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
harvest moon
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
