My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
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My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
Category Archives: magic
Seasonal attire
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Domesticated Eve
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.
Gavotte
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
Cozy
The new furnace kicks
on, and I rise to the warmth
like yeast bread baking.
Bride of Frankenstein
The review called her
‘fetching’ – wrapped in bandages,
convulsing, bleeding.
Hometown
Back east, the skies are
clearing, blue unending. Cool
dampness. Leaves changing.
Serendipity
Kindred spirits drift
within the net and sometimes
meet by accident.
Solitaire
Seductive silence
wraps me past midnight. I crave
the absence of sound.
Earl Grey
Cup of pleasure wafts
aromatic steam warming my
lips pursed for a sip.
a haiku a day 