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.
Category: Poetry
Ignorance Is Bliss?
Deer silently eat
Wolfs eyes glistening
Ignorance is bliss?
A Sunday morning meditation for you.
Visions of Winter
The darkness lightened by grace
Firs shrug off the weight
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Thoughts, early Saturday morn
Going to sleep Friday
Tomorrow’s free morning
Ah, to wake leisurely!
My mind springs awake
Hours before dawn
This sadistic life
Tonight’s Haiku, November 8, 2019
Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter
A Good Morning Wish For You
Wishing you a good morning, an engaging, soul redeeming day, and a refreshing weekend.
Halo over the half moon
I’m looking skywards
Halo over the half moon
The highway’s breathing
Today’s Haiku, Nov. 5, 2019
coolness upon my face
sweaters delight me deeply
dawn’s arrival slowed
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Monday Morning, November 4
New light birthing
Embracing the firs
The birds still rest
A Haiku For A Brutal Day
The coolness of night
As I face life’s ugliness
Finally, calmness
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