Sun rises in fog Sleepy morning waking up Light dance on treetops
haiku
sunday verses #14
3 MORE HAIKU
Framing seasons three
Winter starts and ends the year
Annual bookends
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A breath of warm air
She comes around the mountain
Chase Winter away
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She pushes forth life
Her pungent verdant bower
Earth's labour's give birth
SUNDAY VERSES #13
3 WINTER HAIKU
Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun
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When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts
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Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold
sunday verses #11
4 haiku for the end of Autumn. (12/01/21) Leaves begin their fall. Colors changing while you watch autumn's rich pageant. (11/27/19) Cold, dark, windy night; trees shudder; dead leaves unchained make fierce their escape (12/01/21) Distant in the dark. Sweet sounds the soft piano. Music in the night. (12/01/21) Chill'd, damp autumn night. Sleepless bare trees sway slowly. Unwrapp'd, expos'd heart.
sunday verses #4 (boo edition)
3 Haiku for Halloween
Halloween is here
Holy weaning light to fright
in a dark’ning time
Great pumpkin glows bright
Horror visage narrow'd eyes
Jack-o-lantern laughs
Little humans haunt
Costumed terrors are alight
Offer tricks or treats
1 poem, 1 new artwork, 1 haiku
DISAPPEARING LIGHT
we have become so enthralled
self-absorbed in our own light
when we look up at the night sky
we cease to see the stars
fleeing
from our own manufactured urban brightness
when all we do is watch
we’ve stopped looking
we are trapped by the light of our devices
and all that we see stops us from seeking
Stars have disappeared
City lights prevail at night
Leaves fall from the tree
3 Good Friday haiku
Late Autumn Haiku
Cold, dark, windy night
Trees shudder; dead leaves unchained
Make fierce their escape
4 haiku on death by suicide
Living, one’s own terms
no judgement for suicide
Dying, ones own terms
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Sweet Sweet Suicide
The last exit from life’s stage
Stigmata of choice
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On a high blue bridge
She jumps, flying toward the earth
Releasing all cares
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It takes great courage
To take the reigns of death
There’s no mortal sin
yet 3 more haiku on death & dying
No more dreams to live
Heart stops, brain ceases, life ends
A cold grave welcomes
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Freedom on the wind
A bird will fall from the sky
Its heart beats no more
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And when the end comes
Can there be beauty in death?
Flowers in the snow
3 more haiku on death & dying
Ending transitions
Matter to anti-matter
Life turns into death
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Flesh will decay fast
When life is present no more
Bones will decay slow
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Circumstance unknown
I know neither time nor place
When death comes for me
3 haiku on death & dying
When death comes to call
Alone I will fade and fail
remembered no more
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When the body dies
Software will be deleted
And hardware destroyed
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Autumn to Winter
All life has been drained away
Dry leaves in the fire
even more haiku on lightning, rain & thunder
Weathers town crier
Thunders crashing box of rocks
announces the rain.
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The pink noise of rain
With distant lightnings white noise
A cool breeze for sleep
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Music in the night
This ambient symphony
A chorus of rain
3 more haiku on lightning & storms
Restless dreams at night
Toss’d ’bout on flashes of light
Ships on stormy seas
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A thunder not heard
The storm can’t hide its approach
Bright lightning flashes
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The quiet of night
Static on the radio
The rain comes lightly
3 haiku on lightning
Across the night sky
A visual symphony
Heat lightning flashes
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Disturbing the night
Punctuating the darkness
Heat lightning dances
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Dark blanket of Night
Heavens dome with light flashes
White doves in dark skies
coastal haiku
gulls flight in the night
coastal lights guiding their slumber
humans haunting sounds
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seagulls on the prowl
dive-bombing at lunch in hand
McDonald’s french fries
haiku’s on fog
O beautiful morn
shrouded and clouded in mist
fogged o’er secret Spring
wake up now dear Spring
shed the blanket of morning
wipe the fog away
Where, oh morn are you?
Where are your budding flowers?
Even birds whisper
haiku on spring flowers
In brush strokes
Spring flowers white, yellow
Daffodils
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Spring grows warm
Magnolia trees bloom
Not for long
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Spring flowers
Temporal beauty
One moment
haiku on time
time is sliding
down a slippery slope
slipping away
haiku on perception
all things I see
look like paintings through
dirty windows
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quietly
soft rain plays on windows
songs for sleep
haiku on birds 2
regal, pompous
purple martins majesty
live in mansions
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run, run away
a honking, snapping terror
the goose is loose
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blue heron
fishes in reflections
one stiff leg
haiku on birds
flock of pigeons
flying over — blue skies
poop on my head
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feeding time
excited sparrows chirp ’round
flower box
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egg adopted
screech owl hatches wood duck
one family
3 haiku on spring
Feels sooooo good!
First warm day of Spring
Steps lightly
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Shining Bright
Birds sing in mid-flight
Spring sunshine
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Looking clearly
A glass wall separates me
from Spring outside
4 haiku on aging
Daily progress
with pain in every step
These “golden years”
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Unable to sit
Unease prevents stillness
My restless legs
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Time goes faster
Losing track of days
One more bare limb
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Once, clarity
of a happy, sad youth –
memory fades
haiku on vulnerability
Walls overcome by
broken vines and shattered panes leave
heart exposed to life.
Haiku on seasonal transition
Dark clouds slipping
through the cold gray skies of Spring;
Winter lingers on.
Dawn Haiku
Pastel skies of
Lavender, pink and tangerine
paint the morning.
haiku on spring
My ears warm to
the sweet sounds of Spring as
songbirds return.
haiku on self-deception
The butterfly
believes it’s flying, still trapp’d
in its cocoon
haiku on Autumn
Autumn paths remain
buried as Antigone’s wind shakes
the leaves from the trees.
haiku on poverty
An old man stands,
only holes for his pockets,
begging for more.
... on being and becoming ... 