Early morning fog
Autumn diffusing the dawn
Delightful silence
Early Morning Fog
Tag: postaday
Keep Breathing
Keep breathing deeply
Listen to the birds singing
Sunlight upon trees
Life’s tensions overwhelm at times. Remember to stop, focus on breathing deeply,controlled. Today, while doing this, the bird’s singing became vibrant. It’s what’s really important in life.
A Friday Morning Haiku Near Seattle
these grey morning skies
echoing my memories
birdsong calming me
These grey, cloudy mornings are a part of my soul.
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.
Nights Sacred Darkness
in this night’s darkness
within the sacred silence
seek peace together
Ah, Cherry Blossoms!
sunlight’s downward path
as I wander past the fears
ah, cherry blossoms!
March 10, 2020: Cherry Blossoms
more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom
Daffodils: Tonight’s Haiku
the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
The Past, The Future, Focus
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Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.
A bowl of pho
