Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Bird's Song


I heard a bird sing-
could it be the promise of Spring?
He left me long ago,
he left me cold-
took flight at sunset
like lost love
away to rainbow skies-
my heart withered
in the absence of his sunshine.

And now he's back
tapping on my window,
teasing me with musical notes

I imagine Chopin in the garden
playing a prelude-
you and I slow dancing
like yellow daffodils,
and my heart blooms again
it blooms every time
I hear a bird sing,
it is your voice I hear-
could it be the promise of Spring?


Today, I heard a bird sing outside my window, and it inspired my poem! It is still singing as I write. The pictures were taken earlier in Winter when I saw a flock of birds take flight at sunset. Isn't the birds V-formation amazing? Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend! xx

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Saturday, February 21, 2015

It's Snowing Again


It's snowing again
and I ...
curl up with Yeats, Frost, Neruda
leafing through pages
of old poetry books
verses of love lost and found
roads not taken
scent of pine trees
snowflakes as whip cream
on hot chocolate
a blanket, inside and outside
envelops me in black and white
I seek warmth in your words
homemade soup
a roaring fire
and I ...
fall asleep in frosty dreams
in your arms


My dear friends, this is the coldest winter ever! It snows nearly every day and I love it and yet I sigh! Wishing you warmer days ahead! xx
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Saturday, February 14, 2015

awakening



i dream of roses
in a summer garden
softly whispered
words of everlasting love
a path of fallen petals
leading the way home
i dream of you and me
hand in hand

~awakening~

hand in hand
i dream of you and me
leading the way home
a path of fallen petals
words of everlasting love
softly whispered
in a summer garden
i dream of roses


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Happy Valentine's Day!
Wishing you love each and every day! xo

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Beauty Reflections


It was only the beginning of February, but Spring fashions were already displayed in every store window on Fifth Avenue in NYC. Not anything she could afford or even dream about wearing in less than 0 sizes. But those perfectly dressed mannequins were not real. They never shed any tears, never fell in or out of love, never had any trouble fitting into a pair of jeans. They never laughed either; neither did they experience joy. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and smiled, glad to be a real woman in the real world.

true beauty
resides inside-
reflecting  outward



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A contemporary haibun (combination of prose and haiku) for you today. Enjoy! xx