February has been a circle of life month, punctuated by the rejuvenation of the yard with spring’s early onset, birthdays at both ends of the spectrum, and the end of a life journey.

The sky in Bay St. Louis is luminous, intoxicating, and just can’t take a bad photo, so I wrote a haiku to honor it.

A haibun about haibun and fall colors, in response to a prompt from D’Verse Poets’ Pub.

A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.

London by Night has always been one of my favorite Frank Sinatra tunes, because it perfectly captures a reverence for London after dark that it’s almost impossible not to feel when you’re there.

In winter, leafless trees frame the landscape or cityscape, delicate and lacy while at the same time sturdy and lasting.

A fiery sunset beats a fireworks display any day.

Only a few words, in haiku (but not 5-7-5).

Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.

Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.

Nature is a natural antidote to down days.

A quiet story about coming out of a long, silent austerity into the startlingly lush experience of in-person conversation and a meal with another couple outside of our bubble.

It was cold, damp, bleak and dreary. Dickens would have felt right at home.

We’re all waiting for the day when friends can once again be greeted with a bear hug.

it’s not enough to “not be racist,” I must be anti-racist and actively involved in highlighting injustice and creating a better world, along the lines of “If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem”.

A remembrance and a haiku for the intrepid little lady we lost, Ruth Violet Hiatt Holt.

As much as holidays are a time for celebration, they also bring reminders of the past, joyful days with lost loved ones.

The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.