walking through the strewn path
crunching leaves, my unintended wrath
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colors bright or even fading
green fronds above remain shading
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stepping through the loud leaves
sustenance the soil receives
–
all the brightness may lessen
soon snow will be the dressing
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autumn leaves I do adore
even resting on forest floors
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although, I look forward to the glow
of white soft blankets of drifted snow
***
MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme
tiny toes
fitting ballet shoes
this her dream
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lessons tried
failure from teacher
too wild
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imagine
her dance from dreaming
tutu soars
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Writing Prompts
See you later
Bring the letter
Later?
Letter came early
Early?
The later letter came early
Early, the later letter?
Yes, the second letter
The latest letter
Yes.
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**I have no idea if this is correct
W3 Prompt #201: Wea’ve Written Weekly
oil back in the teens
wars of the world reasoning
everyone needs it
manic in the seventies
fight over oil never ends
***
This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – March 3, 2026
nonsense, she replied
each time you open your mouth
it tumbles right out
uncontrollable passion
it is simply politics
***
Turn of Phrase
“The forest is a calm spiritual place“ John Muir
Finding solace in the forest
Falling into a state of calm
I might name it a spiritual place
A walk into the magical.
***
A golden shovel poem is a contemporary poetic form where each word from a borrowed line ends a line in a new poem. American poet Terrance Hayes invented the form in 2010 as a tribute to Gwendolyn Brooks. “A Forest Soul Cleanse” John Muir
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir
The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.
***I hope this fits the criteria
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 54, Imagist poetry, 3/3/2026
I’ve decided we’ll go after all.
Really, my sister will be so pleased to have us!
She’ll have us alright, all six of us.
It’s tomorrow so we’ll have to be quick, start packing the car!
We’ll never make it, packing up the kids and all…so, guess what?
We’re going to fly!
***
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everything ready
excited first time fisher
just forgot the pole
***
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #076
As I get older you would think compassion for my own father would increase, but sadly it lessens.
devoted parent
a myth or possible dream
books on the subject
written in regret or pride
no one can be an expert
***
Haibun Monday 3-2-26: A “Life on Mars” Tribute
The Bag Lady 
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