Roses Still Bloom

Even after a couple of frosty November mornings and cold nights, my little rosebush keeps pushing out roses. It will not give up. A lesson for all of us!

Beyond the Mist

Beyond the mist the sun is smiling

Waiting for the fog to lift

The cool damp blanket of morning dew

Hanging on every stick

The flowers drink in the fluid of life

Standing shiny and slick

Lifting their petals in thanks to God

For the refreshing drink he gives


When the fog sets in and clouds your view

Accept it with gratitude

Consider it a time of healing

Before the sun bursts through

In those inner moments as things close in

Our view is not quite clear

Let faith grow strong and cement our bond

We know a new and better day is near

Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Old model A rusting away - Marc Andrew (4)

Aging rusts the soul
Life scattered like lights and doors
Falling leaves hide rust


Autumn Contemplation shows

Nature reclaims everything

Photo: Marc Andrew

Frank Tassone asked us to consider Autumn Contemplation, as we come to the end of this long hot summer. There are many ways autumn makes us stop and think about life. Nature, aging, and the combination of both remind me I am not invincible. When I was young, aging seemed far off, but now I am in the autumn of my life and realize in time I too will be like the car in the photo above. When gone, I will be remembered in bits and pieces, but soon, those too will fall by the wayside and the leaves of time will cover all. I decided to use this great photo again and write from a little different perspective.  I am using it with permission from my nephew, Marc Andrew.

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Check out my previous post for another perspective!



(Wo)man in the Moon

Mary Frances Picture (2)

Moonlit reflection left on the leaf covered ground
The (Wo)man in the moon staring back at me
Shining in the leaves // smile fixed on her face
Lifeless image brought into view on the full moon
Knowing eyes that never blink // never close
How sad to be a Rushmore face seen only on moonbeams
Disappearing in the waning days // hiding in the dark
Only to reappear once again when the moon is full

Today at d’Verse we were introduced to the art work of Mary Frances.  We were asked to write an Ekphrastic poem choosing one of her works. Ekphrastic poetry is a poem  that is inspired by a piece of art work. I decided to write a fantasy poem from her face in the leaves picture.

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Crazy Bird


This crazy cowbird has been dancing on my window sill for the past four day or more. He sees himself in the glass and fluffs out his feathers to show he is boss. He does it most of the day. Once in a while he goes to the feeder to eat and comes right back. If we chase him away. He comes right back. I think he must be a little neurotic! This is my Haikia for Frank Tassone’s poetry challenge using the word warm.

Silly Little bird

Still strutting across my window

Mirage in clear glass


Emotions rising with warm spring

Runway sill for strutting ‘round


Narcissistic bird

Never tires of mirrored face

Loves his own image


Can’t seem to get past it

Perhaps warm hormones now flow


Self-indulgent bird

Where are your fine feathered friends

No future staring at one’s self


No warmth to be found in glass

No sweet feathered mate appears


Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Written for Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge using the word warm as our prompt.

#Haikai Challenge #29 (4/14/18): warm (atataka)…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga


*This is the first edition of this crazy cowbird…