[today's sumie image sketched in ink and brush on white drawing page..a sepia filter digitally added]
the white blossoms drop
as rainy season deepens -
yellowed the leaves too
© gillena cox 2020
Show us lord, your faithful love, grant us your saving help
Psalm 85:7
What's there to smile about today? Thank God for the grace of poetry.
SUNDAY SMILES
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if foxes could write
surely then would be their choice
feathers to quill haunts
teeth clasped feather
there is a hunger for more
daylight progresses
daylight
the one that got away
or the one eaten
always in the wild
with the catch of predators
unanswered questions
© gillena cox 2020
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Muy Bueno, G!
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After an exceedingly hot summer, I find myself welcoming the yellow leaves. Blessings on your Sunday endeavors, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Maggie
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This feels like a renewal & tidying, creating a coziness
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The predator and the prey and the one that got a way. I imagine that fox would have a
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Happy Sunday!
Thanks for your appreciation Truedessa
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It's nice to see those little seasonal touchstones.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Rommy
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I'm loving my visits to your Sunday Smiles. (Especially love the Psalms scripture).
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And if foxes could speak, I wonder what they'd say? Lovely, Gillena.
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Your first haiku reads like a glimpse of fall. In the case of my bit of the world, without the rain. Still, the blossoms are falling and the leaves are yellowing.
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Ah yes your Autumn, my Rainy Season. Happy you dropped by
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Triple bravos to you. Loved everything you gifted us.
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Wow Gillena this is a beautiful post and I needed some beauty today. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove your peek into the life of a fox.
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Lovely Gillena!
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I enjoyed both poems and the imagery in the haiku. Happy Sunday, Gillena!
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Wonderful intermingling of white blossoms dropping with the rain - as white blossoms are often a metaphor for youth and purity and rain is often a metaphor for hard times ... The message being, of course, that all actions are connected, in one way or another. A very profound and nuanced haiku, Gillena.
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The fox no doubt returns home feather in mouth and explains "I nearly got it!"
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Combination of kill or be klled, write or be quiled...
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Lovely, lovely haiga!
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I love the idea that the feather is a quill. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHi Gillena I am playing catch up on my blogging. Lovely post. Wonderful art, and photos.
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