Last evening while the setting sun was writing its own story cantankerous clouds to the right were leaving deep smudges in the evening skies.
The bird songs outside my window were unrelenting, piercing the roar of the harsh spring winds. Even the delicate cherry blossoms are standing up to this latest rage.
It seems we are all to discover what we are made of. In the end, we are all just holding on.
the ire of spring
that will not be placated –
For Haibun Monday over at dVerse who is hosting with a theme of “Cherry Blossoms”. To view other entries go here
Also linking to Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen where the prompt is to take a photo from your day and write a poem in relation to it. To see other entries go here
lightning and thunder
marauding through the night skies
on the heels of spring
Taken at the pier in my neighborhood. A good Wednesday to all!
a swift wind
pruning dead branches
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Branch & Swift. To participate or read others go here
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Even for those immeasurably flawed.
I know enough of the world to recognize I know nothing about why I am.
The inkling that flits through my consciousness from time to time says that cherishing the next breath, is the only moment of any consequence.
Worldly goods are just that..worldly.
They will still be such way after my time has come, and the worms are having their way with me.
Or, if I were bold enough, long after I’ve been scattered to the wind.
For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to include the lines below in a piece of prose.
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”
For further reading of other entries it to participate go here
nature placing stamp on time
flourish at days end
For Eugis weekly prompt
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Extraordinary- March 11, 2021