Reaching toward the future.
Reaching toward the future /
raindrops reflect the present /
while seeds crack the past.
Tag Archives: flower
Haiku to you Thursday: “Love is…”
Purple Iris after a rain.
Love is a flower. /
Often too short a time /
but always a wonder.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Geometry of love”
The struggle.
We struggle to love. /
Within its geometry /
Blooms the flower of us.
Photo finish Friday: “Reward”
Each flower is its own reward, especially to the inchworm making its way to the petals.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Infinite”
Infinite the rooms, /
yet empty the mansion – /
Save one with flowers.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Lilies in flight”
Lilies in summer.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Valentine”
Flowers and poems /
sunlight and soft words shining: /
Nature’s grace and you.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Flower plea”
“Oh, please, don’t pick me.”
Flower plea
Oh, please, oh, please, don’t pick me.
There’s only a short life within me.
Leave me so others can see me.
Let me be so I can be me.
Come by as often as you like,
Be it in a car, on foot, or a trike.
I’ll be here for all to delight.
To pick me would leave only a blight.
I’m here for only a short while.
Let my bloom help others to smile.
Do not give in to temptation or denial
And leave nothing but a joy defiled.
Oh, please, oh, please, don’t pick me.
There’s only a short life within me.
Leave me so others can see me.
Let me be so I can be me.
–photo and poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Morning glory”
Dark blue Morning Glory
Light blue Morning Glories
Morning glory, what’s your story?
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Honestly”
Ol’ Abe and his axe.
After years of chopping down trees, Abe came to his first flower garden and, honestly, wasn’t sure what to do. It was the first time in a long time he had had to axe himself a question. So, he stood and stood and stood, and waited for the answer.
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday
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