these grey morning skies
echoing my memories
birdsong calming me
These grey, cloudy mornings are a part of my soul.
Tag: daily post
Haiku, July 9, 2020
dawn hidden by clouds
songbirds boldly chattering
gentle summer’s breeze
A morning after a restless night. Coffee far too late, perhaps. My ears attuned to the night, hearing so very much, sleep came with difficulty to late to be useful. Once I woke, the morning calmness and quietude spoke to me.
Wednesday Morning Haiku
These peaceful moments
Walking in my neighborhood
Sunlight upon clouds
Friday Morning Haiku
morning glory
graceful vines
rainy summer morn
Tiny Acts Of Compassion
This Morning’s Haiku : Gossamer Tendrils
gossamer tendrils
eight legs and eyes looking out
dew drop jewels capture
Early Morning, June27, 2020
an ocean of sound
boldly starting the day
the sky remains dark
Pre-dawn tones, birds and insects chatter, apart yet together. Robins, crickets, then crows: acoustic motion across my consciousness.
Saturday morning, just a few more days left of June. Many types of chronological motion, too, greying my hair. Speaking to me of near ancient memories. Ancient, at least, in terms of humanity, of human life-spans.
Early Morning, June 23, 2020
outside my window
silent darkness
tranquility
Morning Meditation: A Life You’re Proud Of
Do the best you can
Live a life you are proud of
And have no regrets
I woke with this idea, a strong voice in my head. This is how to live a life with no regrets. Always do the best work you can. Always seek actions that you are proud of. Then you’ll have nothing to be ashamed of.
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.