Standing in sunlight
Buds changing into blossoms
Spring’s evolution
Category: Seattle
A haiku about seasons, change and a tad bit about love
This flower’s beauty
Transformative and quite brief
New life comes through change
This world burns with negative energy. Fear, distrust and rage so very of this world. I seek yo mollify that. I wonder if, perhaps, through poems and a bit of compassion, maybe I can help humanity grow its connection to itself. I see that as out species’ path to survival.
May each of you always find beauty and joy in life.
Where wind and wave collide
With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.
Birds AwakenedÂ
This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?
Sun Stretched Upon The Cold Wind
The sun stretches me
Solar motion elongates
Sun in brutal cold
Walking along the Edmonds Waterfront. With the strong wind from the north, the air was brisk, cold. Bright and sunny later in the day, which made our mid-afternoon walk much more pleasant.
A starry, winter’s night
I see stars at night
Brutally cold air descends
Sunlight in the morn
Tonight’s Hidden Moonlight
The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep
And now, and good night to you all.
Beth Caldwell’s impact on metastatic breast cancer
Not a work of poetry, but poetic in it’s raw power. It also features evocative language.
“The only thing that brings me any sense of meaning these days is to think of these fallen trees as nurse logs. Their memories, their lives, their children, their passions, their faces, their senses of humor, their wisdom, their spirits, their beautiful beautiful beautiful spirits are nurturing us, feeding us, giving us strength to go on, to demand change, to bring research to our friends, to fight against death death death so much death. Their falling leaves a hole in the forest canopy, but their souls are bringing new life to our movement and nutrients to keep us growing.
“And someday this forest will cover the world.”
As someone who lost my mother to breast-cancer far too young (pretty much the same age as Beth), this piece hits me hard. Tears, memories, so very much brought up. And, you may find it strange to share this Christmastime, but I always remember that first Christmas after my mom died. Really, though, I see this as a powerful way to honor her.
Blessing to each of you this Christmas. Love well, love strong, love.
A snow calmed Christmas morn
I’m awake early
On this dark Christmas morning
The night calmed by snow
I hope each of you has a blessed and refreshing Christmas.
A Late Autumn Walk
Walking this evening
Darkness surrounding my steps
Cool air burns my face