blue green

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A haiku for the water child gurgling her way to who knows where. Not a wink of sleep for the green guardians.

green hills sleep in peace

little child of the valley

whereto you amble

This haiku for the weekly Ronovan prompt- ‘peak and valley’

May your joy rise from the valley and may the peaks echo your laughter! Have a great week ahead 🙂

haiku- nurture

How do we practice without preaching? In the sleepless and tireless world of nature, love and care are practised in gracious silence. Nature schools us in the most unique way!

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morning sun softens

on tender green leaves

nature practises

This is for Ronovan weekly haiku prompt- nurture and nature.

Have a nurturing week ahead 🙂

fall haiku

Woods colored in fall gold and Halloween covered in pumpkin gold. October weaved gold in the air. Back home we had Diwali. Homes lit up in lamps and bazaars smiled decked in marigold strings.

Life moves on, a bit downside, a bit upside. Smile as much when life gives us a chance. Make gold while the Sun shines!

This haiku is for the Ronovan weekly haiku prompt- vapour and howl

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halloween hollers

drown in woods of golden haze

October escapes

May the golden shower see us through November! Have a wonderful day 🙂

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #276 Smoke&Water

the water diaries

rise and fall of ocean mist

metamorphosis

I am attempting a haiku challenge for the first time! Look forward to try out more of these interesting prompts going forward. Thanks to Ronovan writes 🙂

All gratitude for the thought provoking picture.

Do try out the challenge by clicking https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-276-smokewater/

two for the clouds

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born to rule the sky

not all clouds go down raining

some wear silver crowns

There’s still hope! It’s been rather cruel rainy season this year around. It’s a relief to think of it as a silver lining if some clouds wouldn’t rain.

Clouds could be storytellers too. Reading the snowy puffs as they enact a fairytale in the sky.

riding a white horse

he plunged into the ocean

the stories clouds write

star dust

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may the stars litter
our paths with glittering dust
life on the threshold

When we lose someone very dear, to death, our minds linger around the futility of it all. The struggle to make it big, the continuous battles with self and with the world, everything comes to a grinding halt. Loved ones who were part of the struggle are left with a vacuum to deal with. It’s a different truth that life throws challenges at us as if we were dart boards, and sooner than later the vacuum fills up. While our loved ones travel up there and become stars, we spread our arms for the stardust. That’s how the dear souls bless us.

Time heals everything. But it’s also true that some wounds leave scars. That nobody has life custom made helps the healing process. Life moves on and it ought to.