these transitions
cold air charges fragrance
gathering the remnants
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.
Good Morning SeattleĀ
morning rain
rooftop’s gentle rattle
tranquil happiness
A haiku from this evening’s walk
trees not quite bare
murky fragrance delights
cool air calms
A view from my evening walk. I opted, from my choices for exercise, to walk. I needed to clear the buzzing from my mind. Which always feels worthwhile.
Under a Streetlight
under a streetlight
leaves gently flutter
stillness
I do love this one so, both the photo and haiku. I hope you do, too.
What’s wealth’s value?
āWhat is wealth’s value
If I never get to hear
The song of the trees?
Ah, poets and their ponds, this morning’s #haikuĀ
Basho and Thoreau
Sit silently by their ponds
Beautiful stillness
Ah, poets and their ponds
Anxiety: A Monday Morning Haiku
Anxiety
The cruelest noise
In silence
MemoriesĀ
Down from my window
Thousands of lights, lives
Alone before sleep
Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable.
Visions of Winter
The darkness lightened by grace
Firs shrug off the weight
Photo compliments of eberhard grossgasteiger on unsplash unsplash-logoeberhard grossgasteiger
Tonight’s Haiku, November 8, 2019
Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 