the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
Category: Haiku
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
Hope: Tonight’s Haiku
as I gaze skyward
those cold little points of light
sing to me of hope
In these violent and cruel times, I seek out hope. I believe humanity has a future, and it’s better than this. I believe….
June 6, 2020: Morning Haiku
freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
June 5, Haiku : Trampled Trust
empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled
June 4, 2020: Reflexes of Pain
human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
Rain in the Moonlight
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsÂ
An afternoon haiku
fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden
June 2, 2020 Haiku
a springtime moment
some cat holding a sparrow
blood on its whiskers
These are troubling times, aren’t they? I wonder what it would take for humanity to seek connection instead of division. Perhaps I’m naive to think that such a thing is possible. Perhaps. Yet I’ll cling to my hope.
Haiku, May 30, 2020
a day filled with rain
I avoid the damp puddles
circles flow outwards
A day of rain and thunder, such an abnormally in Seattle. Well, not the rain; that’s still quite common. Yet today I opted to forgo my evening walk. Just wasn’t in the mood to be soaked, cold and shivering.
Thunder in the Morning : A Haiku
rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.