As I look skyward
The memories fill my mind
Seattle’s autumns
Tag: poetry
Today’s Quote of the Day: Gary Snyder
I’ve long adored Snyder’s work and words. This one speaks to be strongly today. I hope it motivates you, gives you energy and helps you pursue your dreams.
Holding hands in the night: a #haiku
Hand held in the night
Comforting in the darkness
As autumn approaches
In the dark night, I feel rhe call of love, of sanctuary. But to receive and to reciprocate? That’s grace.
An early evening haiku
With darkness falling
The sun shining from down low
Easily through trees
Scenes from my walk: a #haiku
As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me
Blooms
Within my garden
Springtime announced in glory
Soon the petals fall
Friday Early Morning: A Haiku
As the daylight fades
Thus day becomes memory
Glorious springtime
Today’s Haiku, May 8, 2019
Dawn’s gracefulness past
Light flowing through my window
Through firs and hemlocks
Haiku: April 3, 2019
In this daylight
Work flows from fingers
Will the rains clean the street?
Deserts Hate Me: A Tale Of Un-Tough Skin
Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.
Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.
Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.
Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.
Such randomness within in my mind.
Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.