Almost home free… Due to.my lacklustre performance this year, my revision process is going to be more of a full rewrite. But for now, another haiku before breakfast with my beau. Let me in your soul There’s a secret in your eyes I so wish…

The air is still not right. Grass on the hills peak out slowly, then boom.  Or should I say, bloom? Fire renews. Heavy rains uncover. Crispy foundation, a ghost of a house lost. Still, the scent of fire sends me into a nervous frenzy. Smoke…

Hour 22   Hour twenty-two. Woohoo, we’ve almost made it! Only two to go…   (A haiku is a three line poem with the syllable count of 5/7/5.)    

First a fuzzy, wriggling puppy, Now a proudly awkward dog. With big eyes and a strong nose She spends her time in her sandbox Or excitedly asking for pets. -h.e.m.

Who’d have thought A simple tree Could bring less joy To them than me

Butterfly Garden The butterflies dance together Tied by invisible thread Wings spread in silent flutter Poppies wait for them to land   Tied by invisible thread Alight, afloat in the garden Poppies wait for them to land Velvet or sage, nasturtium   Alight, afloat in…

I’m the guardian of the house Jacksey needs to see— Needs to know I’m always right. Who is alpha?  Me!   Birddog in the yard behind, Catdog in the front. Dingo when I have to fight, Labrador at night.   Willing to go for a…

We do not live in a vacuum, which is good because I would be afraid all the time I hate the vacuum, as you know, but I am also brave at least when it comes to you, my family Furever Family is what we’ve found…

An old cowboy stood alone in the muddy street Gun at his hip and boots on his feet And he called out loud so that all could hear “I may be old but I don’t have any fear.” “Send out the best and fastest gun…

The first paragraph comes from T.S. Eliot’s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Tell human voices wake us, and we drown. The sea is my comfort of present…