
a feast for the bees
gently swaying in the breeze
the arc of sunlight
Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
a feast for the bees
gently swaying in the breeze
the arc of sunlight
mountains to the west
sunlight upon the water
flowers near the trees
against the darkness
memories of trees echoing
forgotten forests
sunlight on meadows
flowers bouncing in a breeze
some favorite things
I’ve been exhausted the past few days as I’ve recovered from my second dose of the covid vaccine. But I’m feeling pretty darn good today.
feasting on sunlight
brief bits of joyful color
momentary pauseĀ
A few days ago I was walking along the nearby waterfront. This burst of color captured my attention, both at the moment and then yesterday, which I spent resting, recovering from my second dose of Moderna. I got a fair amount done in spite of my day of rest, but I didn’t get a haiku posted.
a little arm pain
with a burst of weariness
I listen to birds
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song
I’ve always loved the sound of the wind in the trees. In western Washington, it’s a common sound, speaking to me of home.
suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.