walking near the shore
the scent of salt air delights
flowers worship sun
Tag: summer
Wednesday Night, July 29
night descends
streetlights flicker awake
stars above the trees
Another summer night in Seattle. The end of a productive day. I’m happy with things. Glad it’s cooler than earlier this week. 90F is not agreeable with me any more. Not sure it was with the beach boy from the Philippines I was all those years ago.
My focus right now: Visual Basic programming. It’s been years, and I’m enjoying the reboot. I’m also studying command line interaction with Windows, and second quarter graphic design.
Graphic design has been a challenge this summer. Compressed timelines often bring lower quality work. This does help with the perfectionism. I hate having to submit “good enough”. Yet it’s good. Positive comments from my instructor and fellow students reinforce that.
How’s your summer going?
A Summer’s Haiku
the bending of light
elegant dance of summer
longing for autumn
A Summer’s Night
standing in sunlight
as I’m moving through summer
the breeze bearing life
Tuesday Meditation
this morning sunlight
a new day bringing its grace
go seek out beauty
Summer’s Excesses
summer’s excesses
Helios’ angry glare
I await night’s grace
Tonight’s Haiku: July 26, 2020
glorious sunlight
captured in the greenery
delights of summer
A good day with friends, time in the sunlight, absorbing the life-giving rays. Refreshing my soul during the trials of this pandemic. Life is good.
A Thursday Morning Haiku
early morning
small birds converse
time for tea
Early morning, no one else awake. I sip tea and listen to the birds sing.
For this poem and image I used the app “InstaQuote” on my Kindle Fire. I like the paper background and the font choices. It’s my preferred app on my Kindle since there’s no Canva app.
Often with my haiku I seek a minimalist, handwritten ascetic. For me, that captures the essence and history of haiku.
A Good Night Haiku
through the summer’s sun
life drips down upon the earth
bees sing merrily
Early Morning #Haiku, July 20, 2020
in the morning air
humanity is silent
I hear the birds sing
July is marching past. August approaches quickly. I doubt I’ll be ready, but the universe doesn’t care. Always forward motion, I do my best to prepare.