the wind in the trees
gracefully flowing forward
with its blessed song
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.

with night descending
flowers proceed to slumber
a racoon prowling
summer's heat fading
gently cooled by the night air
another day's done

the bumblebee lives
underneath the same sunlight
as the hummingbird


