My mother was born
In a small Washington town
The dusty center
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.
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
Wind across mountains
Dancing across rocks and mud
My wheels delighting
