Even though it is still mid-January, we are writing about the beginning of spring for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille. The image for this post is taken from the original prompt.
Colorful flowers
Pinks, purple, waiting to bloom
Water to prepare
Also, for the weekly one-liner Wednesday and JusJoJan day 16:
Spring can begin to bloom with a kind word.
JusJoJan day 15: Paris
When people hear that I am majoring in French, the second thing they say (after “Parlez-vous français?”) is “Have you been to France?” or, “Do you want to go to Paris?”
I have not been there yet and would not say no to a visit to the romantic City of Lights, but where I yearn to go is the south of France: particularly Provence. I’m surely idealizing but nevertheless imagine beautiful fields of lavender and idyllic countryside. France is so much more than one city.
Colorful herbs, taste
Sunshine on a stretching field
Close to creation
JusJoJan day 7, memento
Memento —
Memento mori
Moribund flowers wilt into winter,
Winter sun sleeps early,
Earlier than you think will the grim reaper come,
Come to claim your life, so —
So how are you going to live?
Meant to be born under a sturgeon moon,
I arrived under the strawberry moon in June:
Maybe I could not wait
For a taste of this life,
The sweetness of that first breath,
To see what flowers and fruits would bloom.
For Real Toads. Note: The sturgeon moon is the name of the full moon in August.
I will move on easily,
The path lined with flowering trees
Drenched in sunlight, like spring
I will throw your photo
Into the dying fire of what
Had been our ardent love
It will be easy to let go,
To know that better things
Lie ahead, like spring —
Just kidding.
This was inspired by Real Toads’s prompt about using the title of Pablo Neruda’s poem, “If You Forget Me”.
Shared with this week’s open link night at DVerse. Visit to read more poetry! Also shared with IGWRT’s Dia de los Muertos prompt.
departed
but not forgotten —
prayers for you,
marigolds,
and we have the hope
to reunite in heaven
