Tag Archives: ageing

My Mother’s Hands

  I see my mother’s hands before my eyes The first caress that I had ever known, And with a thrill of wonder realise The hands I see before me are my own. * Where did the decades go, I … Continue reading

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Treasure #midnighthaiku

* Autumn’s gold now spent Emptiness reveals treasure Heart takes flight in joy * * Winter’s hidden gift Sailing a frosty sunrise Time melts like snowflakes * * Light as a feather Ending becomes beginning Journey continues *

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Time #midnighthaiku

* Swift days of summer Time too fragile to be held Years pass unnoticed Youth that fades with the flowers Bears seed and fruit in winter *

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Treasure #midnighthaiku

* Beyond summer’s glow Hidden treasures are revealed Nature’s rich harvest *

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Warmth #midnighthaiku

* Memories captured Warmth on a cold autumn day Timeless adventures *

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Harvest #midnighthaiku

* Harvesting summer Gathering the fruits of warmth Feeding the spirit *

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Late #midnighthaiku

* Stalwart survivors Defy time’s relentless march Hope for late bloomers *

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Waiting…

Summer devours spring A passionate appetite Fallen petals mourn In the heart of yesterday Tomorrow awaits its birth For Colleen’s poetry challenge

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Maturity #midnighthaiku

Moments in the sun Soft bloom of youth quickly fades Showy petals fall Veils fall one by one Seeds of wisdom unfurling Deeper beauty grows  

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Growing old disgracefully…

Yesterday, I shared a poem about my great grandmother. Today would have been her two hundred and fifty fourth birthday and her cake would be a fire hazard. She would have been a hundred and twenty seven years old… and … Continue reading

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