winter solstice nears darkness ebbs and succumbs to springtime promises

winter solstice nears darkness ebbs and succumbs to springtime promises

is it haiku or just seventeen syllables lined up in three rows

serendipity: uncoincidentally coincidental

frost on glass canvas nature’s fleeting art display melts with dawn's warm touch



who knows how or why what we plan when young seldom is where we end up

sadness descending sometimes cold fog enwraps me sometimes a warm shawl

patterns underfoot functional and beautiful balance sole and soul



horizontal lines life sliced in tidy layers imposing order
Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge: Week #6 Horizontal Lines and Horizon
dog sleeps fitfully paws twitch as he softly whines dreaming of the chase

ponds of consciousness run deeper than flitting streams thought ripples take time
