Miami Dreaming (Watery Wednesday)

Hi all,

Happy Watery Wednesday! This photo was taken during my trip in Miami. I can feel the hot breeze, waterfalls cascading in my ears, and palm trees waving nearby. The images are warm enough to last me through winter!

Pair of Haikus

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Today, I am writing a pair of haikus for The Purple Treehouse.

Long ago I thought
Wisdom came in red ribbon
Pray, in time, it speaks

Drop in the romance
Of moonlight while stars roam you
Is there wisdom here?

Renewal (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am happy to share a new poem this Christmas evening:

Holidays become quiet sublime silences
The sweetness of cocoa gone
The tinsel on the tree bare
The gifts unwrapped
And somehow
We share
A love
Renewed

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt II)

Hi all,

Here is part two of my story. I hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

The shadow of his little body lit like a blue flame on shimmering snow. He was white with large, brown spots and dark coal eyes. He thumped his hind legs and wrinkled his little nose at her. She smiled back at him. His little hind legs carved out her name in snow. The letters unmistakably spelled Mel.

Ignoring her roommate’s scoffs, Mel raced towards the door and let the cold air wrap around her like a coat. She felt the snow seep into her slippers. Her toes became one with the slippery ice. The rabbit pointed his pink nose at her like she was a carrot. Her roommate gawked from the window in an incredulous stare. Mel wondered if she too saw the rabbit.

Then, the rabbit jumped as if a gunshot rang in his ear and he sped away into the snowy horizon. Mel followed and felt her body feel lighter. She was shrinking into sugar covered snow. Her hands and toes grew furry and her ears lengthened towards the sky. A generous cotton tail shook behind her like a rattle. She could hear his voice now coaxing her:

Just a bit farther now…don’t stop. We are very close to the forest.

He talks! Mel could not believe her ears as she sprinted fast behind the little rabbit.

They made beautiful tracks in the snow becoming musical footnotes below the earth’s surface. She marveled at his dialect and speech. His hind legs spoke to her pumping fast and furiously ahead. One thump at a time. She turned behind her but could no longer recognize the campus grounds. It was a blur of trees and woods. The trunks and branches were heavy with snow. She looked into their eyes and was surprised the trees had eyes. They professed their history in their sunken roots. They wished to speak to her.

There is no time…the rabbit shouted. She obeyed.

They neared a frozen river that stretched for miles in either direction. The rabbit stopped and furtively glanced into her eyes. She stared into his dark coal ones. She couldn’t speak. Curiosity made her leap into the frozen river. It began to melt beneath her as the sun touched down.

Holiday Haiku

Hi all,

Here is a holiday haiku I recently penned. Hope you enjoy:

Winter looks through glass
As if she sees glory still
In drops of pure snow

Morning opens gifts
Of Christmas lights and wonder
Children all aglow

Inkpot (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is inkpot.

A river unbroken
To walk circumspect
Across broken dreams
Courage to rewrite her story
She could dry like clay
March out with the clouds
Dig herself and hide for winter
Or she can stand tall
As sunflowers in a field of gold
As the sparrow who opens his wings
She dipped her pen into her heart
And let the ink flow

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt I)

Hi all,

I am doing something a little different diving into a new short story. I hope you enjoy my latest work and stay tuned!!

Mel exposed herself in the winter air. At first, it was a naked arm dangling from her wool pajamas. It was turning raw pink then blue. She felt a streak of defiance. Her mother was not there to scold her. They were the sort of rebellious streaks most people would scoff at: mismatched socks; the left side was accustomed to polka dots and the right preferred bold stripes. Then, she graduated to bare feet. Her toes were not adverse to a sticky dorm room. She was proud of the messes left over from breakfast. She liked soggy corn puffs and milk in a pool she could step in. She wouldn’t want her mother to see her with a raccoon nest for hair, where remnants of dinner, a pencil, and notes from class had slept together and cooed.

Her roommate thought she was nuts, sporting nothing except bare legs and her boyfriend’s oversize hoodie. Wish I had a hoodie to slide in, Mel thought. Boys aren’t in season, ripe on trees, or falling from the sky.

A snowflake smiled at her through the window. Then, a pair of long pink ears tapped against her window.....