flowers in autumn
within the flowing mists
such tenacity
An Autumn Rose
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.
Views of Autumn
reddening leaves a gentle autumn breeze the motion of life
Here are a few photos, views from my daily walks this week.
Autumn Rains
autumn rains singing glistening jewels upon leaves gracefully earthbound
This photo was taken a few days ago on one of my walks with my trusty Samsung S9. I love the effect of the raindrops!
An Autumnal Stroll
an autumnal stroll fir boughs caressing the sky between the rain squalls
I love the sound of wind through the trees
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song
Urban Flower: A Haiku
upon the roadside
waiting for the bees to come
embracing sunlight
My Response to Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Fresh
suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.
Earthbound Blossoms
petals scattering
memories of fading spring
summer whispers “soon”
Watching the trees shed their blossoms’ petals is both beautiful and sad. Summer comes on the death of spring.
Mists flowing the trees
mists flowing through trees
moisture upon the petals
dreaming of the sun
Word of the Day Challenge: Traffic, A Haiku
feet moving southwards
a moment free of traffic
memories of the road
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge is Traffic. I took the photo above on one of last week’s daily walks. Memories of long-ago road trips. That moment of breaking free from the urban, of the slog of traffic, facing the freedom, and cruelty, of the road. Washington and Oregon’s backroads, where one goes for miles without seeing other cars. When you do, only the briefest intersection, a burst of rushing wind, abruptly quieting to nothing. Only my engine’s hum remains.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 