Early Morning Fog

Early morning fog
Autumn diffusing the dawn
Delightful silence

Walking at Sunset

Walking at sunset
Light dances upon the trees
Squealing children play

Late Night Haiku 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Calmness refueling my soul

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I woke in the middle of the night and wrote this. Seemed rather perfect when I read it this morning. Still, I’d rather sleep through the night right now.  

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Comfort from the Dark

As I move through dusk

The cool darkness comforts me

From the past’s echos

September Moves In

September moves in
sunlit days becoming rare
the scent of autumn

Morning Sunlight

Morning sunlight

Under the cool autumn breeze

I resist waking

A lovely autumn morning in Seattle. Blue skies, mostly white clouds, though there are a few darker ones. The demands of my day finally rouse me. My tea welcomes me back to life. 

Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Wave, a Haiku

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the ocean’s motion
waves moving across the earth
continuously

Here is my contribution to the Word of the Day Challenge. Today’s word is “wave”. Having spent so much of my life near the ocean, this is the first place my mind went. I did think a bit about writing about physics, but, well, I decided oceans were more lovely.

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Morning Haiku, September 24, 2020

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Hints of sunlight through the clouds

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Wind chimes play softly 

Signs of Autumn in Seattle

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rain-laden dark clouds
Seattle’s signs of autumn
leaves starting to change

Weeds vs Wildflowers

Weeds vs Wildflowers

my mind wondering
why are dandelions weeds
not wildflowers?

As a boy, I loved dandelions. As an adult, I wonder why they’re so maligned. What do you think?

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