Spring’s Promise

The early morning remains shrouded in darkness outside the window as I wait in the barn for the purest of magic–creation.  With much straining, the tiny baby is pushed into the cold world with labored contractions.  I anxiously wait to hear the first bleating before his mother licks him dry, talking softly as her tongue caresses the newborn.  Only minutes pass before he begins nursing.  I sigh in relief at his successful arrival.

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miracle of birth
suckles from his mother’s teat
spring’s promise arrives

Sharing with d’Verse Poets for Haibun Monday and the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.

Flash 55

The Weekend challenge at Real Toads is to write a flash 55–a poem or story in exactly 55 words.  The extra challenge today was to be inspired by George Orwell’s 1984.

Trump the
BLUNDERER
signs WiThOuT
READING
tweets without
THINKING
GoVeRnS for
HIMSELF
Cabinet positions
SOLD
in ChRiStIaNiTy’S
NAZI name.

Rule by
CONSTITUTION
Don’t FoRgEt
COMPASSION
No HaTrEd
ALLOWED
within our
BORDERS
secured with
JUSTICE
EnFoRcEd by
COURTS!

Just say
NO
to AlTeRnAtIvE
FACTS
Hiding the
TRUTH
behind CrAzY
TWEETS
While the
WORLD
grows WeArY
WATCHING…

Whispered Promise

Monday’s challenge for d’Verse Poets is a quadrille using the word whisper.  I’m also sharing with Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.

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The sun rises
as new day dawns
a silent promise
whispered directly
to my heart–
a reason to rise
and continue;
a reason to hope
and dream again–
human goodness
will prevail over
yesterday’s strife.
Certainly tomorrow
will dawn again
another gently
whispered promise.