Pigeons in flight

repelling the pigeons
someone not worthy
of wings

Edible Poetry

This morning
I composed
an edible poem.

First time I notice
this flower by the path
I daily take

your tale too

ends in a pyre,

autumn transcendence

Just a painted stork
in a topaz sky
when I turned back

Caterpillar,
you shouldn't leave with
marigold's secrets

Water lily,
your dreams can float
without dandelions

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 6.

What does a tree with bare branches remind you of?

Solitude?

Longing?

Waiting?

Hope?

Lost in distant dreams
of leaves' embrace, flowers' kiss
proud, tall, branches bare.

Found these False Yellowhead seeds during my evening walk.

Patiently waiting
on the branches of death
to drift away.

False Yellowhead has an astringent smell which most people find unpleasant.

My dear one, don’t fall in love with any woman who only has good looks, she is like a false yellowhead flower: beautiful, but full of stench.

What a piece of advice! It is credited as Catalan.