Petals drifting


A memory of life, paper-thin leaf

of a dead season, carried on cosmic winds,

glittering dust, across the universe.

It swirls in unexpected orbit,

settles in the green and damp of blue

and brilliance, golden light and silver

and unfolds a rose a ruby flower

beneath the watchful eye of another

benevolent creator.

Haiku challenge: Year & New part II

Couldn’t resist having another look at Ronovan’s prompt. Here is a trio for the collection.


Many years growing

the child unfolds, rose petals

each new day brings hope.


Each year the roses

their perfumed flowers unfold

a new joy each one.


New life rises—spring

dancing in the wind—year’s end

spear points pierce cold ground.