In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “autumn leaves”:
When autumn leaves, she leaves behind
forgotten treasure for us to find:
sweet chestnuts, spiky as a curse,
bright windfalls for this year’s preserves.
Then we fill our jars with bright sunlight
to see us through dark winter nights.
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Despite a last snap of winter’s teeth and a flurry of snow on the weekend, the first day of spring is definitely very springy!
In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “August“, and also inspired by VJ’s daffodils:
On the western front of winter,
at the eastern edge of spring
A seal of frost is broken…
Come and See:
they have risen,
haloed in gold. Continue reading
A riddle in rhyme, in response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “magic”. What are the Orb, Staff and Crown?
Take the Orb, the Staff, the Crown,
bury them, shallow, in the ground. Continue reading
Frost coated fields
in glittering white
give way
to the dull grey
of the city,
huddled beneath
its brown winter cloak.
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