boundless autumn days
burning red and yellow haze
the muddled trees weep
as the sparrows soar and sing
lifted by the sun’s last bloom

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. Visit her for more fun stuff and great writing .
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boundless autumn days
burning red and yellow haze
the muddled trees weep
as the sparrows soar and sing
lifted by the sun’s last bloom

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. Visit her for more fun stuff and great writing .
a new road undone
unbridled and limitless
metanoia

Thanks to Reena’s Xploration Challenge word of metanoia for this inspiration.
I started working on this piece several years ago, but I could never get it quite right. Then, my dad passed away and the words just came to me. I’m honored to have it featured by The Short of It.
This week’s Fibbing Friday was fun!
As Di noted: Something a little different this week courtesy of Jim Adams who has been inventive in making up words and asks us to describe what these, if they existed, are or could be used for.

I see a budding bloom
wafting in the breeze
Its petals beckon to the bees
like the newly wedded groom
I see a budding bloom
Gazing towards the trees
a blossom hopes to please
Like the new bride’s swoon
I see a budding bloom
Night comes in like a tease
And the flower feels unease
But under the light of the rising moon
I see a budding bloom

Image is courtesy of Reenas Xploration Challenge via Japanese Artist Raku Inoue.
I was inspire by this image and dverse poets ballata poetry form challenge. I’m not sure if I like my finished product, but it was a fun challenge! Thanks!