against the darkness
memories of trees echoing
forgotten forests
Forgotten Forests
Category: Haiku
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.
Flowers on a Breezy Day
sunlight on meadows
flowers bouncing in a breeze
some favorite things
I’ve been exhausted the past few days as I’ve recovered from my second dose of the covid vaccine. But I’m feeling pretty darn good today.
A Momentary Pause
feasting on sunlight
brief bits of joyful color
momentary pause
A few days ago I was walking along the nearby waterfront. This burst of color captured my attention, both at the moment and then yesterday, which I spent resting, recovering from my second dose of Moderna. I got a fair amount done in spite of my day of rest, but I didn’t get a haiku posted.
Dose #2
a little arm pain
with a burst of weariness
I listen to birds
Jewels Upon Leaves
after the rainfall
clouds parting for the sunlight
jewels left on the leaves
A Walk in the Woods
passing under trees
the path dry from the spring sun
with the bold birdsong
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Urban Flower: A Haiku
upon the roadside
waiting for the bees to come
embracing sunlight
My Response to Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Fresh
suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.
Word of the Day Challenge: Traffic, A Haiku
feet moving southwards
a moment free of traffic
memories of the road
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge is Traffic. I took the photo above on one of last week’s daily walks. Memories of long-ago road trips. That moment of breaking free from the urban, of the slog of traffic, facing the freedom, and cruelty, of the road. Washington and Oregon’s backroads, where one goes for miles without seeing other cars. When you do, only the briefest intersection, a burst of rushing wind, abruptly quieting to nothing. Only my engine’s hum remains.
A Walk In The Woods
underneath the trees
sunlight and clouds dance above
feet upon the earth