Every Rose Has Its Thorn, A Haiku

Sweet pink rose scent rises.
Every rose has its thorn.
No joy without pain.

New Year’s Eve 2015

Raw cold, clearing skies,
Occasional snowflakes fall.
New year mountains glow.

©Elaine Wood-Lane
12/31/15

Sunflowers blooming,
Rabbit eating green, green grass.
Cold gray skies bring snow.
EWL 9.12.14

Daily Life · Faith · God · Poetry

Peaceful quiet morn.
Even the birds are sleeping.
A train whistle blows.

Devotion to God.
Pondering life’s big questions.
Time to crochet love.
dewl. 3/16/14