spring
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
sunset picnic
Always loved this song….
Spring Budding
Shelter (2 photos)
meadowlarking
3 Good Friday haiku
Winter’s dying gasp
Before Easter’s rising dawn
Good Friday’s snowfall
This morning out my window #2
Snow falls on Friday
A Savior rises Sunday
Spring surprises all
This morning out my window #1
April morning snow
Quiet soft burial melting
to resurrection
It may be Friday – but Sunday’s on the way!
facing the inevitable
The Carnival Is Over
Outside the storm clouds gathering
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn reach up and kiss the skyThey’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s callingI remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play
When the circus came to town
Look over hereOutside the circus gathering
Moved silently along the rain swept boulevard
The procession moved on, the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving townThey’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s callingThe carnival is over
We sat and watched
As the moon rose
For the very first time
carnival of rust
To breathe the name
Of your savior
In your hour of need
And taste the blame
If the flavor should remind you of greed
Of implication, insinuation and you will
Till you cannot lie still
In all this turmoil, before red cave and foil
Come closing in for a killCome feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustIt’s all a game
Avoiding failure
When true colors will bleed
All in the name
Of misbehavior
And the things we don’t needI lust for after no disaster can touch
Touch us anymore
And more than ever, w hope to never fall
Where enough is not the same it was beforeCome feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustYeah feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love,
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustDon’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the heart is yearning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the heart is yearning
glory & consequence
I’m more afraid of living
Than I am scared to die
I’m more afraid of falling
Than I am of flying high
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence
I’m more afraid of loving
Than I am of being scorned
But I will keep on trying
Though I have been forewarned
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence
I would rather me be lonely
And you have someone to hold
I’m not as scared of dying
As I am of growing old.
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence
lovers in a dangerous time
Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you’re waiting for the sky to fall
And next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
It’s not too late
The wind turns like a dagger, the rain falls like a hammer
The sky has grown dark but it’s not too late
The weather crashes down, what’s lost cannot be found
The night is closing but it’s not too lateIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evilThe ocean rolls like thunder, the tempest pulls us under
The dogs are howling but it’s not too late
As broken structures rust, false idols turn to dust
All lies in ashes but it’s not too lateIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evilIn the dark before the dawn, the echo of the siren song
Dies away like a ghost, as the day breaksIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evil
arriving somewhere but not here
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your earsArriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificedEver had the feeling you’ve been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?Arriving somewhere but not here
All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificedDid you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
You’re the only good thing in my life
You only fuck for love
Told me you could never get enough
Posing as a Playboy centerfold
You could be my Penthouse Pet, I knowYou make me think of storms on the beaches
With all the lights offEverything is wrong, but it’s alright
You’re the only good thing in my lifeDo what your heart desires
Love is always strange when it just starts
Shouldn’t have a care left in the world
Naked, tanning by the swimming pool…Laying in the sun,
Never need to tell me when you come
Because you know that I can just feel it
Trees Stripped Bare…but you go on…
This post starts a new series of images. An evolution from the previous week. Darker. Moodier. Yet wherever there is faintest light there is some hope.
For these images I removed all color except the red tones and added a sepia filter.
“October, and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear
What do I care?
October, and kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
but you go on
and on”
spring rising
vasks – imaginary album cover
the last of my imagined album covers for classical music. featuring violinist Mari Samuelsen. the track is from her most recent album MARI on the Deutsch Grammaphon label.
natures bridges
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
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
spring morning rain
Spring Morning Rain
The beat of the
windshield wipers begins
and holds steady
as the dark clouds
of the worlds concert hall
slowly open
to the rhythm of the rain.
Passing headlights
provide the light show
joined with
the whoosh and hum,
a tire chorus
on wet pavement.
Spring’s early morning
experimental symphony.
Haiku on seasonal transition
Dark clouds slipping
through the cold gray skies of Spring;
Winter lingers on.
haiku on spring
My ears warm to
the sweet sounds of Spring as
songbirds return.
Night Rain
Night Rain
Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.
The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.
Sunny Grove
... on being and becoming ... 