This Monday morning
My alarm speaks its crass words
My reflex: resist
Ah, the glories of Monday morning’s and those alarm clocks.
poetry, prose, and photography
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
My goal: to post at least one haiku a day.
With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.



Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.

Light and colors dance
Within the digital mind
Silicon children