June 4, 2020: Reflexes of Pain

human reflexes

to inflict pain upon those

we believe hurt us

A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.

June 2, 2020 Haiku

a springtime moment

some cat holding a sparrow 

blood on its whiskers


These are troubling times, aren’t they? I wonder what it would take for humanity to seek connection instead of division. Perhaps I’m naive to think that such a thing is possible. Perhaps. Yet I’ll cling to my hope. 

Haiku, May 30, 2020

a day filled with rain

I avoid the damp puddles

circles flow outwards

A day of rain and thunder, such an abnormally in Seattle. Well, not the rain; that’s still quite common. Yet today I opted to forgo my evening walk. Just wasn’t in the mood to be soaked, cold and shivering. 

Thunder in the Morning : A Haiku

rolling with the rain

there’s thunder in Seattle

the crows now silent

I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.

This evening’s haiku, May 28, 2020

blossom petals fall

with their vibrant, violet hues

hinting at summer

Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.

An evening haiku : May 27, 2020

the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past

My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.