A Moment

Who stops to look up at the stars anymore anyway? Lately, I find myself doing that more and more. It seems my head is always in the clouds. My way of stopping to smell the roses, I guess. It feels like a stolen moment that brings me to a place of wonder. If only for a moment.

Then I step back into my reality.

 

a full moon’s

hidden agenda,

rising tides

Pat R

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is the theme of “Finding Clarity”

 

 

Being Dressed

 

buds changing to leaves
thanks to the waters of spring
bare branches being dressed

Pat R

2/23/20

For Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge where the phrase to be used isĀ  ” the waters of spring”