Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Haiku Bones: Fleeting


poached pears moscata
you reach across the table
which birthday was it?

10 comments:

Nancy Bea Miller said...

Oh, very nice! Sight, taste, touch, memory...so many senses deftly invoked!

Tumblewords: said...

Perfect. Fleeting, it is!

Walky Soto said...

Miss, I like the title of this blog and also the clear miso feelings of your haiku. Sincere, Walky Soto

fourwindshaiga said...

Oh, I know that feeling!

Dianne said...

tis the season to think of special people
I was thinking of you so I thought I'd let you know :)

TomCat said...

Yummy!

Off topic, Merry Christmas to Gabrielle and all here.

Shraddha@theselfloveproject said...

great one my dearest!

happy new year!

gabrielle said...

Nancy Bea Miller - Thank you for your kind words. It is a pleasure to take part.
Tumblewords - thank you for visiting - so glad you enjoyed.
Walky Soto - Pleasure to meet you. clear miso so delicate and warming. thank you for your beautiful comment.
fourwindshaiga - thank you for stopping by and leaving your fragrance
Dianne - thank you. how very sweet to hear from you at this special time of year.
TomCat...(i mean Santa) Thanks for stopping by at this hectic time.
Shaddra - thank you for the light you bring

Happy holidays to all. Wishing joy, peace and love born in each new moment. May your year be blessed with light, laughter and friendship.

JP/deb said...

a moment of deliciousness captured!

gabrielle said...

JP/deb - glad i came back. it was a delicious moment!