poem

walking down the path
toward me
remote look on her face
should i expect honesty
or a lie

for Three Things Challenge

haiku

Mike Salway*

venus, jupiter,
buck moon together; their weight
bears down on my life

for Frank J. Tassone’s Haiku Challenge

(*actually, as i type this at 12:35 am, the full moon stands just below saturn and jupiter, which for me is a far heavier conjunction than its conjuntion with venus and jupiter. Unfortunately, i don’t have a photo of this trio at hand.)

haiku

brief scream in the night
rabbit fur at dawn; so much
for idyllic dreams

for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge

the virus

who won the week? i’ve got to give it to the virus this week. all those new cases! the tireless epic spread!

sure, there have been some careless crowds helping it along, but mostly the spread is the work of relentless virus-hopping from person to person, here and there. hard work adds up!

for Fandango’s Who Won the Week?

haiku

half-eaten body
of opossum: not the peace
i dreamt of finding

for On-Line Writer’s Guild

dear diary

Photo courtesy of Pixabay

moved into our new home today. our old home was a mess so it was time for a change. now that we can’t cut down trees anymore, we’ve gone underground like everyone else.

helps manage the heat if you go deep enough.

once settled we followed the law and demolished the old homestead and planted trees in its place and around the grounds.  a mixture as specified by latest studies, to assure biodiversity and create fire resistance. also planted bushes. as a plus for being good citizens, we got to include fruit and nut varieties.

so, more trees to take in carbon and breathe out oxygen. some future generation will live on a temperate earth.

we’re digging a tunnel to our next-door neighbors. carol is my best friend so that’s a good thing. good fences make good neighbors but we’ll settle for a little door in the tunnel that locks from both sides. our parents don’t want carol and me yakking all day long.

at night it’s almost cool. some local trees have ladder slats nailed to them so you can climb almost to the canopy. up there through gaps in the branches you can see the stars.

for Sunday Photo Fiction