
as I gaze skyward
those cold little points of light
sing to me of hope
In these violent and cruel times, I seek out hope. I believe humanity has a future, and it’s better than this. I believe….
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.

as I gaze skyward
those cold little points of light
sing to me of hope
In these violent and cruel times, I seek out hope. I believe humanity has a future, and it’s better than this. I believe….

freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.

empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled

human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsÂ

fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden

rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.

blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete