*Reading so much has been most helpful to me.
There are so many old musty books to read,
I hardly know where to begin.
I read more than I write.*
-M.H.-
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Willows weep softly
by the creek that flows near them
in the summer sun.
-M.H.-
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
*Rustic urns and garden walls awaiting
and cabbage roses open—their fragrance sweet:
A spicy aroma carried on the breeze,
Oh, enjoy it all now while summer lasts!*
-M.H.-
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
*The wishing well is empty
like the rooms are above me;
decayed dreams haunt and hurt me
just like the old wishing well.*
-M.H.-
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
*I see from the third floor windows,
Sparrows gathering around the post feeder.
Crows, ravens, and an occasional stray Jackdaw,
Gather around, waiting to feast upon fresh carrion.
A thousand blackbirds, with their red wing patch,
Swoop down into the gardens by the fountain.
I stare out the window watching the sights,
Never being disturbed in tranquility.
-M.H.-*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
*Tea time is not how it used to be,—
full of gaiety and life.
Only now, it's full of woe,
and tears drip into my cup.
One day, perhaps soon,
all alone, tea time shall return again—
to being a cheerful occasion.
I go on thinking what tea time could have been like.
-M.H.-*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
*Autumn leaves rain down
by gusts of wind outside my windowpane.
Shades of autumn linger,
here and there, with changing colors.
Autumn flees,
soon winter comes with snow.
Shades of winter,
scenes of snow
and all is white and cold.
Springtime unfurls like a flower
and the trees are awaking.
Summer comes again
with longer, warmer days.
The cycle of life continues on,
from the cradle to the grave.
Make the most of it all,
redeem the hours
while you can.
-M.H.-*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
*Soon lights will go out
as the dawn throws its bright rays—
a new day is born.
-M.H.-*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
*Accumulated
old letters upon my desk
some are bittersweet.*
-M.H.-
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
*Through the windows I can see,
the gardens are in bloom once more.
I catch a moment of beauty,
it was a fading glance.
Beauty, all around.
Beauty I had
failed to
see!*
-M.H.-
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC