Home is my happy place
Filled with special treasures
Only my heart knows
Senryu
Home is my happy place
Filled with special treasures
Only my heart knows
Senryu
Long passed
Yet on she lives
Memories and music
The treasures she left behind
For us
Cinquain
In tribute to Patsy Cline 1932-1963 one of Country Music’s Greatest and one of my very favorite singers.
Gone too soon. “Sweet Dreams” Patsy.
Cookies and candies
Dancing in my mind
Holiday sweet treats
None left behind
Once a year indulgences
Of every kind
Syllabic Rhyme
Treasures abound.
Many gifts are waiting
In my Father’s house.
Only good and perfect gifts
Are waiting to be found.
Tanka
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. James 1:17 KJV
I am Miss Autumn
Dressed in vibrant colors
Creating crisp brisk breezes
Inviting leaves to dance
As maple trees clap
Their red and golden appendages
Beneath cloudy skies
And furry grey squirrels scamper
To gather the oak’s treasures
Choka
Faint fluttering flicker
Among springtime’s treasures
Seeking sustenance
Among garden beauties
Aroused from winter’s sleep
Tanka
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 29-Off Prompt
Torn Paper Heart Collage ©️LeonasDesigns 2019
Over the years
Places and people,
Memories,
Combine as
Bits and pieces in my heart
Beautiful collage
Shadorma
Boxes
All shapes
And all sizes
Like people
They hold things inside
Secrets, treasures, dreams
Or maybe unwanted things like
Bitterness, unforgiveness
Handle all boxes with care because
They can be damaged inside and out
Etheree
Brown squirrel visits
To bury his nut treasures
For a later date
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week 244 Prompt: Date
#OctPoWriMo 2018
Bird song,
First rose in bloom.
Enjoying the simple things.
Feel of rain, and the warmth of sun
Blessings,
Priceless, often overlooked,
Treasures are free,
And in our lives
Abound.
Butterfly Cinquain
Find beauty and joy in the ordinary things that life brings.
“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.” –Eleonora Duse