This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?
Category: Daily Haiku
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.
A Sunday Meditation
Sunlight piercing leaves
A rough hewn cross pulls my eyes
Birds break my thoughts
Good Night Haiku
A Meditation About Dreams
Oblivion’s edge
Looking downwards from the moon
Glimpsing into dreams
The interesting “thinks” that came through my brain.
A Smiling Face In My Office
My bright, cheery friend
Watches me upon my desk
My office’s joy
Tonight’s Haiku: Buds Become Blossoms
A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms
My Morning Meditation
I sit in darkness
Concentrating on my breath
Focusing my mind
Spring Is Approaching
Springtime manifests
Facing down Seattle’s rain
Soon the blossoms fade
Fathers, Daughters, and Snapshots of Beauty
A friend and daughter
The gentle kiss upon her head
Witnessing sweetness
Lovers of Violence
We love violence
Romance of the gunslinger
Murderous outlaws
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 