Summer winds down
Twinkling fireflies in the dying light of day now a memory
Autumn approaches,
painting warm hues across the neighborhood
The backward glance of summer with reminders of bygone days.
So I breathe, holding fast to todays mantra – ‘No boo-hoos here’.
Pat
10/07/25
For diverse Poets Pub where the prompt for Quadrille is the word “Boo”. Stop by to participate or just read here.
My brother survived cancer surgery and is on the mend. He is eating well. And has resumed his daily walks.
But still to come is chemo, and we are all dreading that. It seems, his spirits are up. But I suspect that is all for our benefit.
through very harsh times
he holds tight to springs promise
of new beginnings
Pat
12/23/24
Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!
But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.
As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?
pummeling of hope –
out and about while being black
taunts mortality
Pat
2/03/23
this new day
as morning dew perch
on perky
blades of grass
reflecting colors of dawn –
I embrace the day
Pat
9/14/22
The Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. When writing a Shadorma, I would concentrate on a specific subject. Shadorma need a title.
For Tanka Tuesday with Colleen where we are using the specific form- Shadorma. To read or participate go here
bare branches
go on to bear fruit –
hope of spring
Pat
4/12/22
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is ‘ bare & fruit’
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 405 BARE and Fruit.
Mass upheaval
A new madness on the march
intent on a deadly swath across the land.
Flexing power, thought long gone.
Terror now reins
unsettling time and space
Stuffing all through the eyes of this unforgiving storm
I wait, with tentative hopes for spring
Pat
3/8/22
For quadrille (a 44wordpoem) night over at dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt offered was “Eye”. Björn is hosting. To part take, or just read go here
this cloud lurking overhead
has claimed me
it snuggles in
displacing the thread of hope
I’ve been holding fast to
it flits in the breeze of the blues
swishing through my fingers
at every grasp
I force myself into the garden
it looks thirsty
I turn on the garden hose
and there through the fine sprays
a rainbow
Pat R
6/09/20
through the crack
in the sidewalk
springs hope
Pat R
5/14/20
a lawyer / pastor’s
theft of offerings and souls –
double criminal
an ongoing breach of faith
bereft, her search continues
Pat R
2/09/19
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays, writer’s choice of words. I chose bereft & faith
in trees, suttle signs
as autumn rounds the corner
more visible sky
Pat R
9/02/18
For Haiku Horizons where the prompt is Corner.
And, coincidentally:) for Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge – referencing Autumn
thoughts and entanglements 
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