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Ah, Cherry Blossoms!

sunlight’s downward path

as I wander past the fears

ah, cherry blossoms!

Tonight’s Haiku: Eating Sunlight

springtime’s motion glancing upward into the sky eating sunlight

Classic XKCD

I’ve long been a fan of XKCD. There are a few strips that I find myself coming back to time and time again.

 

March 10, 2020: Cherry Blossoms

more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom

Found a Quote, Made a Graphic

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels

I love this quote: “Don’t ask what the world needs, ask what makes you come alive. Because what the world needs most, is more people who come alive.” – Howard Thurman

So I went onto Pexels and found this photo by Andrea Piacquadio to whip up this graphic.

Near Spring Haiku

hints of spring arrive bursting free of winter’s grasp on this barren branch

Daffodils: Tonight’s Haiku

the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter

A New Musical Discovery

I know that I mostly post poetry, and more specifically haiku, here. However, music also holds a dear spot in my soul. So, discovering this video today thrilled me in many ways (I grew up on a regular diet of Simon & Garfunkle), and I wanted to share it with all of you.

It’s a version of Simon & Garfunkle’s “America” done by the Swedish duo First Aid Kit. Check out who’s in the audience.

A Daylight Savings Time Haiku

sunlight to the east

springtime deceiving our clocks

the air, cold and dry

Another step closer to spring. 

The Past, The Future, Focus

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Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger. 

Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.