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
winter’s graceful touch
upon my sweater
It’s been a rough week. I’m fighting done virus, probably RSV (definitely NOT covid… three tests…THREE! All negative).
Anyway, I’m feeling quite a bit better today. My voice still sounds like Louis Armstrong, and I’m coughing a fair amount, but I have energy!
rainy, misty morn
dawn's light muted by the clouds
time to brew some tea
under the sunlight
wheels turning over miles
moving through cold air
within the evening
leaves abruptly yellowing
then drifting earthwards
as the sun descends
the firey glow through the trees
warming my soul's depths
berries in the sky
crows waiting for me to leave
to begin their snack
cold wintery air
walking over sunlit sand
freedom from the wind
I'm glancing eastward
as the evening progresses
biting autumn air
within the cold air and sunlight gracing my skin oh, the memories!
rippling puddles
flickering in the streetlight
a break in the rain
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 