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.
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.
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
Snoozing Through Winter
snoozing through winter
slowly awakening
morning’s gentle rain
Today’s “Word of the Day Challenge” is Snooze. These words came while watching rhododendron blooms slowly come to life this week.
Mysteries
next to the sidewalk
what strange story exists here?
today’s mystery
From My Garden
upon the spring breeze
the delight of butterflies
and soon they will fade
Blessings on the Wind
as spring moves forward
sunlight dancing on blossoms
blessings on the wind
Moment of Sunlight
moment of sunlight
gentle breeze against the sky
now the calm of night
I took this photo while trying to capture a bee dancing vigorously between the blooms. She was much too fast for my photo, sadly. Yet it was a lovely moment.
An Animated Haiku
within this spring breeze
the flower has transformed
gracing the spring air
Today I experimented with creating animation with Adobe Spark. A fun creation, and I have a ton to learn. What do you think?
Blossoms Fading
springtime passing by
now branches filling with leaves
blossom petals shed
I’m noticing the cherry blossoms, oh so recently bursting forth, starting to fall. It is one their beauties, their fragility, their temporary presence. Emergence to vanished is such a short window.