Awakened pre-dawn
My mind racing with ideas
New blossoms have come
May your Monday start an effective and rewarding week.
Author: Carl Setzer
Haiku
A Haiku From This Evening’s Walk
The water’s stillness
With the sun moving westward
Spring’s daylight now ends
I live about 30 miles north of Seattle. I adore walking along the Edmonds waterfront. Many of my shots posted here are from this small city. My history here goes back a few generations. Simply walking here brings forth memories of cousins, grandparents.
This Morning’s Sunrise: A #HaikuĀ
The sun is rising
Always seek out the beauty
What’s focused on grows
Birdsong reaches through my window. My rest distracted. Dawn comes earlier each day. A blessing of the day. I love spring.
Today’s #Haiku: April 6, 2019
Spring is clearly here
Daffodils precede tulips
I walk in the rain
Haiku: April 5, 2019
A day of motion
Finally I can find rest
The sun through blossoms
SafetyĀ
His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Time to Rise
āBeautiful words
Embrace my mind
Yet life demands
My attention
Lessons I Learned About Deserts This Winter
Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.
Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.
Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.
Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.
Such randomness within in my mind.
Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.
The Paradigm of Rage
āI reject the paradigm of rage
Replacing that with kindness
Seeking all the world’s beauty
Then magnify it all
Today’s Haiku: April 2, 2019
It isn’t a dream
There is joy all around us
Picturing flowers
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