
the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
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.

the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
stories of the past
yet I look to the future
I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.


star filled night
reaching heavenwards
caressing God’s face

so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind

Winter’s sunlight falls
Boldly matching across sand
Kingfisher glides past

Some afternoon tea
Combined with a tasty lunch
Spring’s not quite here yet
Enjoying a lite bite at Edmonds’ Red Twig. A lovely cafe with tasty food, lovely coffee and a good selection of teas, it’s a favorite stop for many of our neighbors.