underneath the clouds
cool rain gently descending
slowly the light fades
Author: Carl Setzer
Writing haiku trying to figure out life
A Winter’s Gale
winter gale blowing
fiercely upon the shoreline
while the mountains gaze
Tonight’s Haiku: Along The Shore
underneath the sun
walking along the shoreline
grace within winter
Along the Shore
walking by the shore
with geese bobbing in the surf
gentle signs of spring
Yesterday I spent a few hours along the Edmonds waterfront. A place of tranquil happiness for me. A rough week marched by, which I spent fighting a less brutal virus than usual. Sunlight and sea kissed air heal me in many ways.
Another Virus
another virus
inflicting it's annoyance
arrives unbidden
Drifting through the Mists
drifting through the mists
while the rain remains gentle
winter progresses
Black History Month Poets
Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Misty Days
walking through the trees
sunlight hidden by the mists
memories of rain
Black History Month Post 2
Today’s Black History Month poet is James Baldwin.
No, I don’t feel death coming.
I feel death going:
having thrown up his hands,
for the moment.
I feel like I know him
better than I did.
Those arms held me,
for a while,
and, when we meet again,
there will be that secret knowledge
between us.
Signs of Spring
this cold winter air
signs of spring emerge slowly
this fragility
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 