Haiku, November 16, 2019

these transitions

cold air charges fragrance

gathering the remnants

A haiku from this evening’s walk

trees not quite bare
murky fragrance delights
cool air calms

A view from my evening walk. I opted, from my choices for exercise, to walk. I needed to clear the buzzing from my mind. Which always feels worthwhile.

Under a Streetlight

under a streetlight
leaves gently flutter
stillness

I do love this one so, both the photo and haiku. I hope you do, too.

What’s wealth’s value?


What is wealth’s value

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Ah, poets and their ponds, this morning’s #haiku 

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Anxiety: A Monday Morning Haiku

Anxiety 

The cruelest noise 

In silence 

Memories 

Down from my window  

Thousands of lights, lives 

Alone before sleep 

Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable. 

Tonight’s Haiku, November 8, 2019

Hear the night's language, Moving between streetlights 
Far away laughter
Tonight’s Haiku

Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter

Halo over the half moon

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