haiku

rising from the ashes to shoot up new leaves ~ the felled tree

unfolding the paths by fate designed ~ sunrise

words are nought but noise when lips are four

morning light through the curtains ~ ray of hope

his love and presence vanished all self and doubts ~ rebirth

soulmate ~the spot of lightin my darkest night

raindrops ~ a soft moan into unbearable bliss

       NaPoWriMo14 Day 23 water droplets on dry leaves – autumn

(NaPoWriMo14  Day 9) white bird on her maiden voyage – two hearts become one

swaying to and fro on the clothesline – sunset The beauty of nature, we are too busy or too sick…