Another dragon quadrille for dverse.
Photo ©Jörg Hempel
Winter memories cling
like ice fringing ferns
of mornings when birds
are too cold to sing,
but spring shoots slow
from the roots like a burning fuse
bursting into flame flowers, glow
splashed in the sky
and instead of slow worm-creeping
I am dragon-flying.
First thoughts on this pic. I’ll have more serious ones later, I hope.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” she said, grinning with delight. He held out his hands.
“Careful,” she said.
He opened his eyes. They widened with pleasure then misted over. “Oh,” he said in an uncharacteristically tiny voice. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s what you wanted?”
He nodded, speechless.
“I wanted today to be special. It isn’t the Big One-Oh-Oh-Oh every birthday is it?”
“Do you know what it is?” he asked as he turned the big golden egg around in trembling claws.
“A Fabergé. Cost me half a hoard. But you’re worth it,” she said and kissed him on the tip of his smoky nose.
Ronovan’s challenge this week has produced three haiku, but only the first one contains both words.
Photo ©André Karwath
Dragonfly skims by
with ancient namesake.
Dragon in the sky
storm clouds in fierce sunset hues
spell blood and fire.
Photo ©Dario Sanches
On a sunny stone
beneath sultry summer skies
small dragon sunbathes.