
My feet move in rhythm
The sun hidden by the firs
Summer’s not here yet
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.

My feet move in rhythm
The sun hidden by the firs
Summer’s not here yet

Even though it’s rained
Summer’s breath still dominates
And sunlight has returned

Looking towards the sky
And summer’s not quite here yet
This graceful sunlight

Love this reddened sky
The darkness bringing cool air
Summer’s antidote
​The morning’s progress
Resisting the snooze alarm
Listening to birds

Nights power rising
Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace
Wakefulness waning



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Fears rise in the dark
So many unknowns stare back
Fate can be quite cruel