Pre-dawn
Tranquil silence ~
My pen and I
I love early mornings, before anyone else is awake.
Category: Poetry
Living: grace’s gift –
To feel sunlight on your face
And the evening rain
Haiku, August 30, 2020
breathe in, fill my lungs
then exhaling, life’s motion
night freeing my soul
Just trying to focus my breathing, calling my mind and soul, seeking tranquility and rest.
Sunlight Leaks Through The Trees
I created this with an app called InstaQuote, which in not sure exists anymore. This is in my aging Kindle, which I need to resume soon.
This was a response to a haiku prompt: leaks. Thinking of the way sunlight makes its way though the trees to the east. I’m fond of that morning light.
Autumn Approaches
Woke to wind chimes’ song
Gentle motion of the air
Harbinger of fall
I love the sound of my wind chimes. Today, the pre-dawn morning air cool. Autumn approaches! September just days away, which I delight in. Though I need to trade my shorts and sandals for pants and sweaters, I find that fair.
Tonight’s Haiku
the street light dimming
shapes fade into the darkness
until the next dawn
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Protest
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Protest
the call of protest
the deep need to find justice ~
a frog-song chorus
Word of the Day Challenge: Accidental
Today’s “Word of the Day Challenge”: Accidental.
sunlight from the east
this accidental beauty
such a lovely day
As I wrote this post, Bill Wither’s “Lovely Day” came up, finishing up my last line.
May your Monday be, well, lovely.
Bees on the flower, tonight’s Haiku
The grace of daylight
From the sky across the leaves
This dance of the bees
Walking in the evening light, a bee moves from petal to petal. Summer moves forward.
The Scent Of Rain
As the sunlight fades
Comforting darkness flows in
With the scent of rain
It’s set to rain overnight and into tomorrow. Many of the Seattleites I know are ready for a bit of cool rain. I know, we’re a weird lot. When everything is green it feels the most like home.