Little Things

Stomping through puddles

in my Sunday best

Sailing paper boats

in rain puddles.

Lessons on the smell of rain

“Smell that?”, she’d ask.

When the first plopping raindrops

hit parched soil.

Time taken for the little things,

never a bother

to my warrior mother.

Pat

4/19/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.

 

Eerie Quiet

charcoal skies get light

an eerie quiet takes hold

the eye of the storm

Pat R

8/04/20

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is “Eye & Light” pass by to do some reading or to participate here.

 

Thunder Storm

wp-1594155749008.jpgdwindling ripples

as thunder storms leave behind

puddles of blue skies

Pat R

7/07/20

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are “Dwindle & Ripple”. To see other entries or to join in go here.