the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
Category: Poetry
June 6, 2020: Morning Haiku
freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
June 5, Haiku : Trampled Trust
empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled
June 4, 2020: Reflexes of Pain
human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
Rain in the Moonlight
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams
An afternoon haiku
fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden
June 2, 2020 Haiku
a springtime moment
some cat holding a sparrow
blood on its whiskers
These are troubling times, aren’t they? I wonder what it would take for humanity to seek connection instead of division. Perhaps I’m naive to think that such a thing is possible. Perhaps. Yet I’ll cling to my hope.
Thunder in the Morning : A Haiku
rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.
Haiku: May 29, 2020
blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete
This evening’s haiku, May 28, 2020
blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.