Lifetime of stories,
tucked away in every fold,
op-shop memories.
Treasure
Tag: favourites
Young love
A meek sun peeks through,
warmth against the chilly cheek;
autumn blushes, falls.
Hear, hear!
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Isn’t Sylvia the best? I love her writing—there’s something so enchanting about the way she transforms grief and depression into such evocative words.
I’m away on holiday for a couple of weeks, and until I get back with more haiku and photographs, I’m sharing some of my favourite quotes. Hope you enjoy!
If you want more, check these out:
Travel haiku | Musings about life | Copywriting adventures
Unknowable
Deep-set mystery,
pleated within a mushroom;
nature, sign of life.
Photo: The inside of a dried mushroom. Here’s the same one in all its glory.
See?
Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.
