Friday, April 14, 2017

Haiku my heart
in the  dry Arizona desert.

Holding up roses
whitewashed vintage picket fence
imbued with story
Here is a story:
My friend lives out in the desert
 just south of here.
She has a pot belly pig named Truffles,
several chickens, and some pigmy goats.
The goats climb & stand on each others backs.
Her son lives across the road
he has horses.
Always something going on.
Laughter, friendship,
weddings, and funerals
held here
through the years.
Blowing kisses
linked to:
recuerda mi Corazon
Haiku my heart


  1. Lovely photo and and reflective haiku about romance ~ thanks,

    Happy Easter to you ~ ^_^

  2. So beautiful Gemma, I would love to sit beneath this rose bush, beside this picket fence and listen to the stories...

  3. Dear Gemma,
    i likte the photo and your Haiku too!
    Warm regards

  4. I'm guessing that you've told us only a handful out of thousands of those stories...

  5. Oh girl, I love your story and love your picket fence photo. Here is another story. I have a friend who lives across the country from me. We met only once. Yet I know her to be kind, considerate and loving. She is talented and true. Her heart is so big the world could fit into it. I blow her kisses and trust the warm, desert winds will deliver them to her door. xo