Gogyōka: Black and Red Pearls–What Confidence
Nature is Poetry.
And this Mama Bear will be retreating to her den shortly. I just couldn’t help myself about this prompt. Next thing I know, I’m creating a post on my phone. Hope you enjoy it. And—happy holidays.
Mesmerizing fete the migrating birds perform every year. Harmonious in design. I'm sure that even Lady Moon looks forward to this yearly event. But please remember to turn off the lights... Thanks for reading, my lovelies.
Wrote a haiku about the cotton flower wilting, aged enough to explode into fluffy bolls. Also wrote about polka dotted ladies at work in limit of heat. Please enjoy.
For most people, this time of the year is a pleasant period. I close my eyes and can smell it: Sweet clementine, cinnamon, clove, and anisette cookies. But I’m nowhere close to any of those things. What do you see when you close your eyes?
No words, just wonderment... "Where flowers bloom so does hope."~ Lady Bird Johnson Quote.