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(revolving earth undresses, each season unravels) spring, peeler of silent blue winter, blush in pastel young blooms, will then succumb to laughing rays of golden sun, salted seas curdle to scarlet red as autumn conquers the rusting lawns, (revolving earth undresses, each season unravels) — 02.25.2020 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading open your eyes, see how the world undresses: a quadrille
Shovel summer, fall whispers death. Warmer days’ done. Here comes red leaves, trees with naked sleeves. Let autumn’s kiss lull pain’s hiss, and dismiss your hate. Bliss is sweeter for the forgiver. — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. Y is for… Continue reading autumn bliss (a ya-du)
His touch holds the warmth of a dawning summer sun, a dozed heart wakes up. — 02.15.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash
Stubborn thoughts surface refusing to hibernate in winter’s cold breast. Mind's cotyledons cracking the thick bed of snow 'fore the first spring bloom. — 12.27.2017 F.T. Ledrew x R. C. Gonzales (Remember Thomas, friends and poets? 😀 Who missed him like I did?! Raise your hands! 😀 P.S. Thank you for this first collab, Thomas!… Continue reading stubborn: a senryu duet
the scarlet leaf of the almost bare autumn tree, s l o w l y , ever s l o w l y , f a l l i n g from its home twig to its grave earth. the crystal snowflake of the heavy, winter cloud g e n t l y , ever… Continue reading mummed magic
traversing the same route five times a week presents me a repeating view again and again and yes, again. the sight of houses, from well-made to thatched huts, occasionally interrupted by massive spaces filled with wild grasses or field of rice stalks, and once with a huge mall. the neighborhood will then be replaced with… Continue reading season singing
He is clothe in fragrant scent leaking out of fresh, budding blooms, his aura is bathe in blinding golden rays lighting up a fully packed room, each step he takes towards me are lilting, yes, he is my harbinger of spring. Oh, I'm melting. — 03.13.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to… Continue reading Spring Melt
Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress--- from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red, from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare. Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change--- from chilling trace of frost to charming… Continue reading Dear Seasons
Almost four months from now, I’ll be turning 25. It recently dawned on me, oh, what have I done with my life? I’ve studied hard and earned honors, but my ultimate dream still feels too far. I’m working hard but monetary state remains harsh.Yet looking back, I know my family and I are already far… Continue reading Seasons’ Winds
First three parts were published last Tuesday, Wednesday and yesterday. Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave. Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn day, when I waited for you. But you never waited for… Continue reading Seasons: Epilogue
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