the car too
is ready to travel
wind-blown leaf
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: garage
the car too
is ready to travel
wind-blown leaf
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: garage
bird’s nest –
tangle of memories
in the closet
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: closet
.
unmade bed
the chimney sweep avoids
my eye
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Bedroom
cup of tea –
gurgle of the living room
radiator
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: living room
how did the sea change
from wine-dark to turquoise?
paper boats
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: turquoise
early arrivals
at the bus shelter
snowdrops
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: white
prayer…
silence of ripe cornfields
against a blue sky
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: blue
.
the living wall around the cemetery all dried-up
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: green
contrails –
the red vein on the white
of his eye
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: red
spring tides
the lifeboat crewman’s
hoarse voice
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: orange
Piraeus –
glint of the sailor’s
wedding ring
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: harbor/port
in the shade
of the lemon tree
wild violets
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: shade tree
quicksilver through
mudflat creeks –
terns in flight
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: river
.
fishing harbor –
where the glacier
melts
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: glacier
.
olive grove
the Cretan shepherd shares
his bread with me
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: hiking
.
supermarket aisle –
goat’s milk on the highest
——————————–shelf
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: milk
.
each grain of truth (th)rice turned over
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: rice
.
roasting beetroot —
from my daughter’s recipe
a dash of balsamic
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: vegetable
.
seeds of desire
the way grated nutmeg falls
on my plate
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: spice
fettuccini
a girl asks if it means
little feta
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: cheese
egg and lemon soup
my family history
in the pot
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: eggs
paw prints
on the tablecloth –
marinara
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: pasta
.
a lifeline follows the quiet path moss garden
.
.
one illusion after the next pond scum
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: animal
rain or shine
a child is born
.
NaHaiWrimo prompt: rain
.
chrysanthemum moon
who said I’m perfect
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: flower
a Thames ship’s bow wave
tosses and rolls the moored boats –
floating leaf
autumn river
I count the moonbeams
on his hair
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Male