skull

Oh, this marvelous skull
it covers the best and
worst of me – holds
emotions I share and
those I keep secret
This boney vessel
keeps every moment
I’ve ever experienced
It sends messages to
the rest of me
messages I never hear
And some where
hidden safely inside
this rounded bit of
skeleton I find my muse

Just Jot It January 12th  –  skull

cold spring

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Photo : copyright Kanzensakura ( used with permission)

We have an old apple tree in our yard. There used to be three but over the years weather and disease got the best of the other two. Some years this old tree blooms abundantly and we have a harvest of misshapen but delicious apples at the end of summer. Birds nest in its branches and deer feast on the fallen fruit. Our granddaughter loves to play in the twisted branches. Every spring, as those lovely delicate white flowers begin to appear, we wonder if this will be the year we get a late freeze and will our old friend survive to delight us another season.
~
tender blossoms
with coats of winter white
spring snow

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d’Verse Poets  –  Haibun Monday

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  -#895  Harusamu (cold spring)

It’s A Small World

(are you humming?)

there is a whole tiny
universe going about
the business of living –
and dying –
finding food
hooking up (blush)
defending territory
a small world that
goes unnoticed
unless you slow down,
stop to quietly observe
every summer
a small world exists
on my milkweed

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Jusy Jot It January 9th  – title