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Day 13: Offspring

It isn’t in the slowing of the wind or the warming of air Neither is it the encroachment of light or fading of shadows But it is in the deafening silence of a still Spring night that trees give birth... Continue Reading →

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On a Night Like This……

What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →

The Stalker

Mortality stalks me like a doe in the forest searching for 'mother' A flash - a glance not quite there- but there hidden among the trees When I move- it moves mirroring my steps so near - so far edging... Continue Reading →

Look Away!

too hot to care steaming leaves denude shy trees for a cooling swim ©Vivian Zems MLMM- Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

Which Filter?

You can’t write the clear biography of the aches and pains inside your skull” ~ Harrison from Skull /  Songs of Unreason   Agony pursues pleasure within my skull -handing out filters until a day is done When I look to the sky... Continue Reading →

A Leafless Tree

Natsume Sōseki (1867-1916), born Natsume Kinnosuke, was a Japanese novelist of the Meiji period (1868–1912). He is best known for his novels Kokoro, Botchan, I Am a Cat and his unfinished work Light and Darkness. He was also a scholar... Continue Reading →

The Trees Have Eyes

Eli wiped his brow and surveyed the remnants of wood. They would have to wait until tomorrow. Trudging home along the bank of trees, he wondered idly at the newly hewned earth that lined his path. Had someone been digging?... Continue Reading →

Strip-Trees

Trees in autumn Doing a gentle strip-tease Shrugging their branches Showing some skin Shedding gold-tipped leaves Trees in autumn Putting on a show Baring all for us to see Readying for a new cloak Waiting for winter's snow (C)- Vivian... Continue Reading →

A Hiding Place

(#Sedoka) What a hiding place Lost within the luscious trees Away from cacophony   If I could I would Lie on this delicious grass Listening to Mother Earth (C)- Vivian Zems  Sue Vincent #writephoto

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