Valentine's Day Haiku

Photo by Linda Rogers

My Valentine's Day...
Grocery Shop and clean house
This is how it starts

Time for Asian lunch
With my best friend~ the twin sis
Sat in dining room


Cozy booth, low light
Deep conversation, until...
Clap- Clap-what was that?

Man behind curtain
Bellied up at bar in back
Holds her hand in his

He drinks her sweet kiss
Loudly singing her praises
She's tonic and gin


Written for dVerse Poetics:
Coming Off the Sugar High-(A- not-so-Traditional Valentine)

The Colorless Canvas

Photo and Edit by Linda Rogers

Like lonely artist with tree branches sketched 
the memories of him stay f-o-r-e-v-e-r etched

 The penciled-in leaves drawn deep in her heart
 dimming bright hues into colorless art 

She watches as light begins fading away
and whispers of him lead her spirit astray

Frigid dark branches have nothing to lose
just as the lover who misses her muse

The pain of staring at his empty canvas
leaves her imprisoned and riddled with madness.


For OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poet's-Week129 

Happy May Day Minnesota

HAIKU

Rain, Sleet Snow and Slush
May Day in Minnesota

Real, or Just a Dream?

Written for Dverse Poets Pub (Prompt: Spring)

Ode to the Crab Apple Tree

Majestic crab apple tree



I've missed your graceful beauty and aroma so sweet



I lye under your shaded branches



My special place of solitude and peace



Your time here is much too short



But I am grateful for our time together

Swamp Secrets

Although you're a magical dwelling

With countless wonders to behold

Some only see with blinded eyes

Never finding secret treasures you hold


Some consumed with a damp dark world

Discerning eyes see past this outer disguise

Your vast array of world within world

Remain forever absent from naive eyes



Your majestic fortress of dead and alive

include bird, frog, insect, moss and tree

the list of blessings never cease to amaze

and you humbly offer it to us for free
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The rythmic sounds of croaking toads...

The sad love song of the whippoorwill ...

The unique smells of your sanctuary...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Make me yearn to be part of you


The gentle breeze through my window

whispers softly, "believe in me"

Lightly caressing my cheek

                                            Like the comforting touch of a Mother's hand
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Others may see you as just a Swamp

But you are my heaven behind the house