a little arm pain
with a burst of weariness
I listen to birds
Dose #2
Category: Poetry
I Love The Sound Of The Wind In The Trees
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song
I’ve always loved the sound of the wind in the trees. In western Washington, it’s a common sound, speaking to me of home.
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.
Earthbound Blossoms
petals scattering
memories of fading spring
summer whispers “soon”
Watching the trees shed their blossoms’ petals is both beautiful and sad. Summer comes on the death of spring.
Mists flowing the trees
mists flowing through trees
moisture upon the petals
dreaming of the sun
Kissed by Sunlight
kissed by the sunlight
dancing upon the spring breeze
the arc of petals
gazing skyward
sunlight flows through the trees
crows laughing boldly
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.