Time Lurching
as time seems to lurch
between speed and stagnation
flowers move forward
Category: Poetry
Doorways
the passage of time
sun and rain changing so much
yet beauty remains
I found this door on a recent trip to Port Townsend, WA. The marvelous character of this worn door spoke to me. All things age. Where do we find our grace?
Memories of Bees
the wind’s graceful arc
flowers moving through the sun
memories of bees
A pre-dawn haiku
Pre-dawn
Tranquil silence ~
My pen and I
I love early mornings, before anyone else is awake.
Living: grace’s gift –
To feel sunlight on your face
And the evening rain
Haiku, August 30, 2020
breathe in, fill my lungs
then exhaling, life’s motion
night freeing my soul
Just trying to focus my breathing, calling my mind and soul, seeking tranquility and rest.
Sunlight Leaks Through The Trees
I created this with an app called InstaQuote, which in not sure exists anymore. This is in my aging Kindle, which I need to resume soon.
This was a response to a haiku prompt: leaks. Thinking of the way sunlight makes its way though the trees to the east. I’m fond of that morning light.
Autumn Approaches
Woke to wind chimes’ song
Gentle motion of the air
Harbinger of fall
I love the sound of my wind chimes. Today, the pre-dawn morning air cool. Autumn approaches! September just days away, which I delight in. Though I need to trade my shorts and sandals for pants and sweaters, I find that fair.
Tonight’s Haiku
the street light dimming
shapes fade into the darkness
until the next dawn
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Protest
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Protest
the call of protest
the deep need to find justice ~
a frog-song chorus