Now the week’s middle
So very much left to do
This steady constant
Category: Poetry
The Great Blue Heron
This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh
Yosemite
Majestic mountains
Magnificent light falling
Tranquility’s song
In The Face Of The Horrible
Face the horrible
The waves of sadness and pain
Find strength together
Seattle’s Rain Arrived
Raindrops tap windows
Gusts rattling the dried leaves
Autumnal cold rain
The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.
West of invective
At times I weary
All this invective burning
I’m charred and hollow
A Morning Meditation
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
An evening walk
As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
Fears
A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks
A Friday evening haiku for my knee
Though no injury
Knee pain, stiffness and soreness
Ibuprofen saves
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 