Wind moves, trees bending.
Silence bursts through violent air.
Storms; things of beauty.
Category: Poetry
A Few Haiku
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A Few Haiku |
Dark skies beckoning
Upon waves of glorious
Doom, into earth, life.
My life beginning,
Sorrow emancipated,
Light falls again, new.
Winter Observations
Over the winter I noticed the congregation of crows off around 405
near the Beardslee exit in Bothell. Masses of them, swarming, much
like starlings, without the elegance. As the weather has warmed up,
this feathered city has dissipated.
Trees have been in bloom for quite some time. This, too, is a delight.
Most all trees are at least in bud, the majority laden with blossoms.
A few stragglers remain. I noticed bees a few weeks back. True honey
bees. And I will not mistake a hornet for a bee.
Our weather has embraced a Spring mania. Rain, followed by sleet,
fading to hail, with some snow for good measure. Intermixed with
random bursts of sunshine. Life in the Northwest under the shadow of
the covergence zone.
Literary Birthdays Today
Per today’s “The Writer’s Alamanac”, this is the birthday of both Samuel Beckett and Seamus Heaney.
I’ve been fond of both for years. Early on, upon seeing “Godot” for the first time, I spent much too much time trying to figure out “what it’s all about”. Nothing is more absurd than trying to locate reason within absurdity. However, Heaney really captured my attention when I sought to understand the contemporary Irish soul. My first deep exposure to his works, “Station Island”, is amazing. Though slightly lower in esteem than Gary Snyder (which I hope causes no offense), Heaney holds high regard in my heart.
Peace’s Home
Amazed by life, I dreamt of valor,
Honor, adulation by mobs.
With peace; joy,
Home’s delights,
Evening’s calm.
Night
A mind moves beneath the calm. time’s unable to truly calm the winds. Stillness fleeting, not withering, yet stunted. Never towering, yet amazingly alive amist hostile winds. Dreaming of quiet pastures which I fear.