
cold morning air
sunlight growing to the east
mountains at dawn
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.

cold morning air
sunlight growing to the east
mountains at dawn

on the edge of dusk
sun approaching the mountains
a day free of rain

my finger’s coldness
walking in the gentle rain
winter progresses

with the rain falling
gently from darkening skies
jewels within my mind

walking in the rain
memories of icy winds
glories of wool coats

rain upon my skin
underneath the cloud's motion
red Chinese lantern
joys of coastal life
the sound of waves in winter
sparkling sunlight
starlight fading
frost upon the grass
dawn progresses