A Postcard

February ink,

Like a postcard from heaven

Cursive in petals.

*My mother passed in early February, many years ago. She loved African Violets and they always remind me of her. 

Knight Light - January's Muse

Oh Iffy Magic, you will always hold my heart, but it is time to move on now.

What dreams may teach me: 

Glass slippers break easily,

Leaving only shards.

I've decided to turn this website into a monthly haiku and photo spot! Here is January's muse:

No Aurora glow,

Just Orion shining tall:

My friend many years.