
the roar of silence
streetlights piercing the hidden
at the edge of dreams
Created this one with Adobe Express. I do love creating these.
I hope this finds you well, my friends. Age that your weekend exceed all your hopes.
Facing Forward Pursuing Progress
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
the roar of silence
streetlights piercing the hidden
at the edge of dreams
Created this one with Adobe Express. I do love creating these.
I hope this finds you well, my friends. Age that your weekend exceed all your hopes.
I read this haiku over on Charlotte Digregorio’s blog.
out of the blue
the window washer
brightens my day
by Tom Painting (USA)
Modern Haiku, Vol. 37.2, Summer 2006
This reminded me of an experience I had back in the 90s. I worked on various projects at a variety of firms. In one of them, I was at a law firm in the Columbia Center, a 73 story building in downtown Seattle. We were located on the 60th some odd floor, and one of my colleagues was startled by the window washer appearing outside her window. The ensuing shriek garnered all of our attention, and amusement…including that of the washer.
sixtieth floor
an amused window washer
my startled colleague
walking through the cold
feeling the grace of the night
soon the rains return
It was a good night for a walk. Brisk air was mitigated by my jacket. My main challenge: being near invisible to the passing cars. But most of my walk was far off the main roads. Thus, my key sensation was tranquility.
I came up with this one on my walk this evening. It was a clear night, and the air brisk.
The image was pulled together with Canva, and the rest done with TikTok’s app.
the grace of summer
continuing to hold on
autumn approaches
I found this flower along the Edmonds Waterfront on my walk yesterday afternoon. It’s one of my favorite places to be.
I hope this finds each of you well. May you be refreshed and energized this weekend.
rain clouds to the west
quietly pass overhead
hiding the sunlight
in the morning rain
gently upon the petals
amidst the birdsong
rainfall in the dark
autumnal scents descending
windchime's gentle tone
summer sunsets
gently across the mountains
gracefully cooling air
silence eroding
the filling of coffee cups
crows seek their breakfast