
I think it’s a flower, looks more like buds on the way to being something fancy.
spring has sprung
no cherry blossoms yet
but everything else
wears a knowing smile
Pat
3/31/21
#Flower of the Day, to see other entries go here.

I think it’s a flower, looks more like buds on the way to being something fancy.
spring has sprung
no cherry blossoms yet
but everything else
wears a knowing smile
Pat
3/31/21
#Flower of the Day, to see other entries go here.
she clings to the edge
of the circle of this life –
biding her time
Pat
3/31/21
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleens where the prompt is – “a haiku or senryu on anything you like”. To join in or just read, go here.


spring breeze
revealing itself
in the fine tremors
of the pear blossoms
playful shadow
cast by a butterfly in flight
under the noon day sun
these moments in time I reach for
when my stomach is in knots
by events out of my control
Pat
3/26/21
For dVerse Poets Pub for quadrille night being hosted by Mish
Quadrille #124
&
For Cees Flower of The Day challenge #FOTD
FOTD – March 26 – Daffodil
with the lilt
of a butterfly
falling leaf
fulfilling the arc of life –
chasing immortality
Pat
3/22/21

first chirps of twilight
as day lingers into night –
spring rounds the corner
Pat
3/22/21
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Chirp and twilight
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 350 CHIRP and Twilight

morning dew
has lost its form
runs with the sun
Pat
3/22/21
From my archives..come on spring!

Pat
3/19/21
For Cees Flower of The Day Challenge. To see other entries it participate 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.
Pat
3/17/21
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
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