after raging storm..
life returning to normal
new sand from ocean
now calmly hugging the shore
hosting footprints – till next time
Pat
8/4/22
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Prompt where the prompt words are Life & Sand. To see other entries or participate go here.
life in the garden –
branches laden with berries
bring smiles of summer
Pat
6/27/22
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Life & Smile. To see other entries or participate go here
under the pear tree
a fun filled blossom drizzle –
a spring ritual
of beginnings and endings
with hope for a good journey
Pat
4/27/22
Beginnings & Endings are the prompt words over at Colleens. To participate or just read, go here
For the you
that is through me
when will this worrying end?
After we have passed through time, I suppose
Pat
under blue gray skies
as twilight takes its leave
and day tumbles into night
a crow flies across a sliver of a moon –
I am lost in thoughts of you…
and our moon gazing nights
Pat
2/09/22
a parting –
all gray swept away
by new light
Pat
8/23/21
the old man
sandals in hand
strolls through
the middle of the meadow
wiggling his toes
as he goes
he smiles
a private smile
rediscovering
one could see
he was perched in that place
where memories were kind,
a good place to linger
on this, a new day
Pat
8/11/21
“We were talking a while ago” , her eyes searched my face.
“About papa”, I said. She had asked me where he was. I said he wasn’t here just now.
“Yes”, she nodded. and smiled, her chain of thought had reconnected.
“I loved him so much” , she said. “He was always in my corner. He would fight for me”.
Those words had never crossed her lips before. At least, never in my presence.
“I’ve never heard you say that before”, I said. “You’ve only always talked about what a pain in the ass he was” I said, as those words left me, it felt like a reflex action.
“You both were a pain in the ass to each other”, I quickly interjected. as a correction. I am shocked to hear there was love there.
“He did tell me that he loved you” , she seemed as surprised to hear it, just as I was way back when he said it.
In all the years I’ve been on this earth, all I’ve ever seen between these two was fighting. At times, it felt like they were fighting to the death. In my young mind I wondered what would happen to me and my sisters and brother if one of them killed the other.
Now here she sits, in a confused state laced with moments of clarity, professing her love for my father who no longer among the living. I didn’t have the heart to tell her this earlier, today of all days. It was Fathers Day. And she was treading the waters of unfinished business.
Pat
6/20/21
nearly scampering
across my feet, a squirrel
in flight from a cat
living – even in the wild
never without challenges
Pat R
5/11/21
For Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words over at Colleens are synonyms for Life & Move
life…living
move… fly (flight)
I used Living & Flight.. I know, “flight might be reaching a little🙂
To read or participate go here
This human being is a salty soul
Anything adversarial was always
just a blip to be dealt with
There was no time for foolishness
because she had four children to
feed, educate and school in
manners
Her moves were well thought out
and always deeply rooted in hope
Yes, this ‘every woman’,
this human being is a salty soul.
(For my Mom)
Pat
3/17/21
thoughts and entanglements 
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