joy
felt
seeping
through my pores
kinfolk stopover
unexpected precious embrace
my lips are smiling as I Iisten to my heart sing

tap
tap
tapping
my feet to the tunes
rising my soul to paradise
such miracles can only come from the universe.

vision of grace
red leaves on branches
poised
enduring hope

grey skies return
housekeeping never done
closing season
winter’s duvet awaits

©Tournesol’17/11/05

Micropoetry Month – November 5th,  2017 – Daily moments

We are asked to write a Fibonacci with as many lines as we wish following the Fibonacci sequence. I tried to keep it short (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13) and closed with two naani poems.