The doom of choosing
I’m afraid of being wrong
Predawn tree’s stillness
Tag: postaday
Waking Early To Rain
Rain marching downwards
Gravity’s relentless draw
Early morning thoughts
Hummingbirds, Life, Death
I watch a hummingbird
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This Day Begins: A Haiku
Sunlight’s holding back
Eastern mountains soon will glow
As this day begins
LISTENING To Music
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
Today’s Daily Prompt: Assay
For so great a mind
Those who understand “Assay”
Others are tested
Defining “Vermin”
Why do we loathe such
These creatures that adapt well
To our wastefulness
Squirrels, rats, myriad insects, and so many other creatures that have adapted well to living in the shadow of humanity. These we loathe, finding beauty in those struggling to find a place in the world we’re rapidly changing.
Between Light and Dark
Between light and dark
Where love and anguish loiter
With snow upon leaves
Tonight’s Haiku: Sitting Upon My Couch
The Rage Engine: A Haiku
Rage’s engine roars
A machine that churns out death
While rotting out souls
Seems this is the favorite piece of equipment to operate anymore.