Today’s Haiku : May 2, 2020

walking this evening
getting to see such beauty
life in quarantine

A Photo Inspired Haiku

joyful floral scents
moments of urban beauty soon,
war’s horrors rise

I wrote this haiku after seeing the post below. Such a lovely photo coming a breath before the horror of World War I.

A Spring Haiku, April 29, 2020

the motion of spring
bold new life; cherry blossoms
slowly fall to earth

Haiku, Monday Morning, April 27, 2020

This bouquet of spring

A celebration of life

Sunlight through the trees

Can you believe that this is the last Monday in April? May first is Friday! I noticed that the cherry blossoms are already starting to be shed, the last trees now filled with blossoms. Spring now fully present, at least in Seattle. 

I hope this finds you safe and well. 

Wisdom Learned The Hard Way: A Haiku

Early in the morning remembering the actions I regret. Unwilling to learn from my elders caused so much heartache. Eventually I learned this bit of wisdom: 

  1. a wise person learns from their mistakes
  2. a wiser person means from the mistakes of others
  3. the wisest person learns from the successes of others

Also I figured out that I learn more by listening than talking. 

Rain Begins To Fall: A Haiku

Photo by Guilherme Rossi on Pexels.com

the clouds get darker
rain starts to fall on my face
and birds quiet now

A Friday Morning Haiku

It’s a quiet, grey morning here in Seattle. Journaling to start day, then to my desk to get done work done. How’s your quarantined life going?

A Rainy Night In Seattle

Photo by Vlad Chețan from Pexels

as the water falls
air speaks to my sense of home
the night hides mountains

I wasn’t able to get out today for a walk, and photo explorations. It rained a good chunk of the day, and I was pretty busy. So, I grabbed this photo from Pexels as it captured my mood.

Tonight’s #NaPoWriMo #haiku

Sunset in Lynnwood
sunlight descending dusk’s tranquility within awaiting frogsong Another lovely Quarantine walk through the neighborhood. Can you believe we’re in the last full week of April?

A Rainy Saturday Evening Haiku

daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory