Seasonal Love

Do we come back around

like the seasons?

The rich juices of  Spring

filling our veins with

 old longings?

This time for planting seeds

available only to

ancient souls such as

ourselves.

Summer bringing the

hope of a

rich harvest

Days mellow with

expectation, 

waiting

for fruition.

Fall bringing

what?

Not the promised

result?

The fruit is not

sweet enough,

the size is smaller

than desirable,

not the best colour,

not the expected

yield?

What kind of garden

have we left, how

much loss is there?

Winter coming in

with its deep chill,

cold winds blow,

the sun is low on

the horizon

No succor available

for parched egos,

Go away, go away

There is silence

The cold, cold silence

of winter creating a

pall over our

landscape.

Is it death or

hibernation?

Is it over?

 Or

merely, as always,

and to be expected,

the changing of

seasons.

Ellecee

COLD

Haibun Reposted from Ellecees Eye

It’s so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it’s from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

I do this everyday.

It’s a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Ellecee

Trick of Nature

Being fat is

a trick of nature

allowing you

to be invisible

in a crowd

while

taking up

the most

amount

of space

Ellecee

;-)

STILL

Not bound

tethered

restricted

in any way

still,

immobile

stuck

mute
still

a mystery,
now unfolding
understood while

 waiting

still

Ellecee

Grief

Our mind breaks

crumbles really

we can feel the bits

floating about

We can hear tears

dripping on stone

we remember

momentarily,

everything

Ellecee