this day
asked nothing
of me
but a willingness
to let go

it's not poetry
I seek to write
but page
after page
of the heart

I feel the weight of me
more and more
as swallows
weave their signature
through sky

as if it was
the only flower
that ever bloomed
she stoops to touch
a daisy

her words
have painted a meadow
in me
where countless flowers
bloom

inspired by Claire

I don't need
mountains or cliff-top walks ...
the edge
is only ever
a breath away

after the storm
each blossom
comes alive
dripping
with poetry

in the stairwell
of my mind
a little boy
sits waiting
for a friend

I drift
from joy
to weightlessness
in the ocean
of your eyes

Solo Renku - Four Seasons

grasses bow
before the wind -
autumn moon

from another world
fox tracks in snow

slicing the air
above their shadows
swallows return

the weight of summer
lined up along the beach