morning rain
a song, to me
memories
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.
do you know I’m sad?
walking alone on concrete
tears hidden by rain
This is my contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Sad. Fitting, I guess, for a rainy, gloomy day in Seattle. Many days like today’s hosted sadness. Lately, though, even in the midst of the pandemic, I feel calmness, tranquility.
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upon the path
moments of life in motion
through winter air
blue sky peeking through
in the light of dawn
this bitter bite of winter
balancing with grace
The winter air has a substantive bite. Our weather reports hinted at snow, January marching into February. Yet, even in this time of cold, of darkness, flowers grace life with reminders that spring approaches.

cold winter rain
early morning darkness
I shiver, alive