Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Dust Bowl memories
strewn like weeds in her mind’s eye
bloom as fragrant buds
Image credit: Pisauikan@ Pixabay
Sometimes the muse strikes hard! Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challengefor the beautiful photo. That smile!!! She immediately struck a very specific chord in my mind and heart and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for (unwittingly?) providing the perfect words (dust / weed).
Morning calms the ire
Still, the harbinger proclaims
A storm is coming 
Image credit- Evan Clark @ Unsplash
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the Haiku Challenge words (calm/storm) and to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for the great photo inspiration.
solitary hope
in the crucible of fire
the world made over
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and to Frank’s haiku challenge for the inspiration.
as the colors swirl
we contemplate the morrow
upwelling with hope
Photo credit to Ian Dooley-Unsplash
Trying the positivity thing again! Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the challenging haiku words: morrow and surge. (I subbed in upwelling for surge.) And thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for a truly hopeful photo inspiration.
somewhere far from now
we’ll wake to dance again
blissfully alive
Day Two: Once again, choosing to look for hope in the midst of everything. We’ll see how long this lasts!
Thanks to Fandango’s WOTD Challenge (somewhere) and Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge for the inspiration. Photo credit to Joel Valve- Unsplash.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 