autumnal progress food provided for the birds with the air cooling
Autumn Berries
Tag: Poetry
Early: A Haiku
in the early morn as the sun's slowly climbing above smoke-filled skies
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “Early”, which I discovered via Woolly Muses’ response. The accompanying photo is one I took this morning. It doesn’t do justice to the red skies this morning. Quite beautiful, even though they’re caused by the smoke.
Afternoon Walk
the joys of sunlight
graceful clouds within blueness
seagulls cry calming
Solitude. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There are none to decline your nectar’d wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (1855-1919)
Public Domain Poetry
Hat tip to Tati & Tony over at Unbolt.me.
June evening thoughts
Laying here in bed, recovering. I, like so many others, have fallen to covid’s cruelty. Fortunately for me, the effects have been relatively minor. Extreme fatigue, a steady cough, intense congestion remain. Yesterday’s fever subsided this morning, along with the throat so sore swallowing was painful.
summer heat fades
a breeze bringing relief
windchimes sing
A fever during 90 degree heat…added unpleasantries. Today’s much cooler weather granted deep relief. I’m grateful.
so much cruelty
fury trafficked rage
politics of pain
With all the recent news, I feel sadness. Will this society heal? What will rise from these ashes? Is there any beauty left?
I wonder.
Reflections on the day
near the trees rose
from underneath the past rain
a new day is born
Just before sunrise
just before sunrise
the voice of a single bird
before my tea's brewed
Under The Sunlight
under the sunlight
moving gently with the clouds
connecting with the birds
amidst the sunlight: a haiku
This morning I walked along the Edmonds marsh, grabbing this shot with my humble Samsung S20. The haiku flowed naturally.
I opted to add the text to the image directly via Canva. It’s been a while since I’ve done such and thought it would be good to stay in practice. Below is the text:
amidst the sunlight the agenda of flowers boisterous birdsong
Dark Clouds To The West
dark clouds to the west despite the ominous signs continue moving
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 