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.



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


Thunder Storm

wp-1594155749008.jpgdwindling ripples

as thunder storms leave behind

puddles of blue skies

Pat R


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


Morning Twittering – Haibun


I spent time in the garden yesterday, a tangled mess. The plotting out of chores always seem easier from the doorway. It was no different this time either. Having started late, I raked a line around the perimeter and sprinkled new shasta daisy seeds ( those things are more like flakes). I forgot to water them. Nature, in the mode of taking care of its own, sent rain this morning.

morning twittering
fade under rhythm of rain
in muted twilight

Pat R


A haibun for Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “twittering”. See other entries or join in.