Death is a red scarfwrapped around my neckright at my jugularto remind me that Life is all aroundbut always precariousbe married to the blaze of being aliveNow. Top photo by Lesia and Serhii Artymovych courtesy of UnsplashBottom photo from Quotefancy
I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive
A – L – I – V – E F – O – R – E – V – E – R U – N – T – I – L . . . Having all this time at home, I have been playing with different versions of the haiku. A special thanks to my … More Alphabiku
Wind Rush 