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. 

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. 

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

Word of the Day Challenge: Accidental

Today’s “Word of the Day Challenge”: Accidental.

sunlight from the east
this accidental beauty
such a lovely day

As I wrote this post, Bill Wither’s “Lovely Day” came up, finishing up my last line.

May your Monday be, well, lovely.

Bees on the flower, tonight’s Haiku

The grace of daylight
From the sky across the leaves
This dance of the bees

Walking in the evening light, a bee moves from petal to petal. Summer moves forward.