when Spring is late

my roses struggle to bloom

for winter has Spring entombed

tell me the sun will return

its warmth is what I now yearn

- Another tanaga poem inspired by dVerse Meeting the Bar: Tanaga prompt

evening whispers

we whisper into the breeze

as we lounge under palm trees

at nightfall we greet the stars

and the moon becomes all ours

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Tanaga poetry