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Yay Words! 
biting cold…
dreams of azure skies
and rainbow kites
Hi Aubrie, Your doodles are wonderful and I especially love today’s. Hope I can think of a new poem. For now, two from my archives.
gift of a new spring
kite flying high
in March sky
I had forgotten about acrostics until I began blogging. Readers really enjoy these little poems.
M arvelous
A rrival of SPRING
R enewal of gardens
C hange of scene . . .
H eaven on earth
Thanks for doing this again. As I mentioned to readers on my blog, you encouraged me greatly when I began more again with haiku in 2012. Ellen
how can I reach her a ladder of clouds
She shrugged the clouds off her shoulders. Destined to live in the breeze.
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aloha AWordOfSustance. I like the match up of your words with the image.
one spring closer
to discarding
her scarf
cover up
those silver linings
turned blue
she walks into the day
wearing dreams
on her sleeves
wonderful
spring sigh
I carry the breeze
within me
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
somewhere summer …
a kite drifts into
candy floss
especially liked “somewhere summer”…
head in the clouds
she dreams of kiting off
finally March
to ease insomnia
she roams streets
scattered dreams
young old soul
in a long winter
look at the willows
turning gold
again
Robert Frost: “Nature’s first green is gold . . .”
in this dream I am
the sky vultures glide
on my thermals when I
close my one good
eye everyone waits
I can only dream
of you singing
in a blue cloak of clouds–
this winter, my heart aches
for your warmth
avalanche her fever breaks
nice one, polona!
cumulonimbus-
finally things come
to a head
enjoyed this! 🙂
Thanks, Anitha!
torn kite…
flying without its string,
my dream
torn kite
flying without string…
my dream
still
hanging on-
winter cold
spring snow a kite lifts in my zephyr breeze brain
hmmm this is Terri F., not sure why I’m signed in as pjsenryu!
the excitement
of my ragged winter coat
kite tails
spring clouds the kite just out of reach
a kite
without a string . . .
bundled up
in your old sweatshirt
I start to feel light
sick in bed the sky around us