Darkness holds its own
Rest is deceptively hard
The street-light’s ally
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A Friday morning haikuĀ
Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
Seattle’s Smoke: A Haiku
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants
A Haiku Tribute To Aretha Franklin
“Aretha Franklin”
I honor her by saying
She’s earned my RESPECT
Aretha Franklin Sang Her Way Through America’s History. Her Passing Is the End of an Era
I Chose To Care
Though many don’t care
And they pride themselves on that
I shall choose caring
I don’t mind the nerdly/Pollyanna label: I care. And I have no intention to change that.
Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke
āEarly morning light
Filtered by smoke
Rising from California
Demanding access
To my lungs
Though I resist
My coughing
And sneezing
State clearly
I have lost
The Passage of Heartbeats
Each moment passing
Fading into memory
Waiting on sunlight
In a VW Van
On the edge of sleep
I’m dreaming of road journeys
In a VW van
*pronounce Vee Dub.
A long day done
Though not inspired
Only feeling weariness
Force myself to write
A suburban early morning
Though it’s not yet dawn
The neighbor’s dog is howling
Life in the suburbs
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 