though the rain has stopped
the ominous clouds stare down
birds oblivious
Haiku: May 6, 2020
Tag: Seattle
Tonight’s Haiku: May 3, 2020
WITHIN THIS COLD RAIN
DROPLETS DIVING OFF FLOWERS
THE CROW LAUGHS WITH ME
Haiku, Monday Morning, April 27, 2020
This bouquet of spring
A celebration of life
Sunlight through the trees
Can you believe that this is the last Monday in April? May first is Friday! I noticed that the cherry blossoms are already starting to be shed, the last trees now filled with blossoms. Spring now fully present, at least in Seattle.
I hope this finds you safe and well.
Tonight’s Haiku: April 26, 2020
as night has fallen
the cool rain starts falling
trees move in the breeze
A reasonably pleasant spring day, high clouds and lacking in rain. Perhaps a bit muggy as the air was still. As the sun set, the breeze picked up. Once night fell. The rain started. Now, this is Seattle. So, not a downpour, but the well known Seattle drip.
I remained indoors most of the day. Got out for a roughly one hour walk, then grabbed dinner at the nearby 5 Guys. And then back to quarantine.
How’s it going where you are?
Rain Begins To Fall: A Haiku
the clouds get darker
rain starts to fall on my face
and birds quiet now
A Friday Morning Haiku
It’s a quiet, grey morning here in Seattle. Journaling to start day, then to my desk to get done work done. How’s your quarantined life going?
A Drippy #Seattle #Haiku: #NaPoWriMo2020
Another photo from my walks. This tree really impressed and delighted me, especially with the fading light.
Another damp day in quarantine here in Seattle. How’d you day go?
A Rainy Night In Seattle
as the water falls
air speaks to my sense of home
the night hides mountains
I wasn’t able to get out today for a walk, and photo explorations. It rained a good chunk of the day, and I was pretty busy. So, I grabbed this photo from Pexels as it captured my mood.
Floral Fireworks: A Haiku
walking in the rain
flowers in all their glory
fireworks of spring
A Rainy Saturday Evening Haiku
daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory