This evening’s haiku

gazing to the west
sunlight stretching through the rose
I'm cooled by the breeze

today’s haiku

the gift of late spring
as the flowers start to fade
under the blue skies

March 23, 2024

while the raindrops fall
this day of rest progresses
into the night’s grace

Rain filled this day, and my energy level was, well, absent. But I clearly needed rest. So,  I rested. A gift to myself,  I guess.

Today’s Haiku, March 17 2024

the snows have faded
cherry blossoms take over
within sun drenched skies

I took this photo on my walk today.


Today’s Haiku

the rain grows warmer
slowly the plants awaken
the season's motion

I saw this little blossom on my walk today. Right before the rains started. It’s was cold,  then damp. But I was equipped,  so it was pleasant. Not a bad way to surrender a Sunday afternoon.

Today’s Daily Haiku

dock under cloudy sky in front of mountain

the winter's sunlight
upon the western mountains
the song of the waves 

Haiku, February 7, 2024

selective focus photography of turned on black metal framed light sconce
as the sunlight fades
with the night's graceful blessings 
the birds go silent

This morning’s haiku

A morning haiku
the roar of silence
streetlights piercing the hidden
at the edge of dreams

Created this one with Adobe Express. I do love creating these.

I hope this finds you well, my friends. Age that your weekend exceed all your hopes.

You Can’t Have It All

One of my digital friends, Bernie, wrote this blog post featuring Maria Popova, a writer I admire greatly. In the article, Popova writes about the grief feels upon the passing of her beloved friend Emily Levine. She explores how poetry impacted that journey, and how it can help us all manage the finitude of our lives. I love her line “[N]ow that Emily has returned her stardust to the universe…” as a descriptor of death. Makes me think of Carl Sagan’s line that we’re all made of “star stuff”. There’s infinity within our finite nature. So very Zen, I guess.

Anyway, I highly recommend Maria’s post, and all of her work.

“You Can’t Have It All”, the Marginalian