Posted in February 2016, Mirror Cinquain Spring Star Posted on February 27, 2016February 28, 2016 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2016
Posted in February 2016, Rhyme, Tanka Cross Leaf Posted on February 20, 2016February 21, 2016 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2016
Posted in Haiga, Haiku, Haiku Horizons Weekly Prompt, January 2016 Breakthrough Posted on January 31, 2016February 1, 2016 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2016 Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge: Week #102 Prompt: Slow
Posted in 2016, January 2016, Mirror Cinquain New Year Posted on January 1, 2016 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson©2016
Posted in December 2015, Haiga, Haiku Hope Posted on December 29, 2015 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
Posted in December 2015, Shadorma Full Cold Moon Posted on December 26, 2015December 26, 2015 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015 Photo was taken on Christmas Eve 2015 in Oregon News Link: PBS
Posted in Acrostic, November 2015 THANKS–Acrostic Posted on November 25, 2015November 26, 2015 by Leonas Lines I give THANKS for: Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
Posted in Haiga, Haiku, Haiku Horizons Weekly Prompt, October 2015 Just Over The Hill Posted on October 11, 2015 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015 Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge: Week #86 Prompt: Over
Posted in Mirror Cinquain, September 2015 Life’s Purpose? Posted on September 19, 2015September 20, 2015 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015 (graphic from clker.com) Based on Psalm 39: 4-7 NKJV “LORD, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am. Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them. “And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.”
Posted in August 2015, Etheree Blinded by the Past Posted on August 4, 2015 by Leonas Lines Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015