
The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk
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 colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk

History in bricks
Such elegant stateliness
An autumn sunset

I hear Siouxsie Sioux
Burning ash and destruction
Cities in the dust
The music of the 80s speaks to me. So many memories, pain and joy, anguish and exaltation.

Underneath the moon
And this glorious sunset
Autumnal beauty