
1always look forwards
freeing ourselves from the past
creating beauty
poetry, prose, and photography

under the starlight
a momentary pause
the city grinds on
Nights in the city have a magic to them, don’t they?

under damp branches
swaying underneath the breeze
stump returns to earth

from moon and stars
memories of tomorrow
drifting between dreams
I love this image I found on Adobe Spark. Might be via Pexals, but when I’m on the app, it’s not at all clear. But it’s a very fun haiku.
on the edge of dreams
night takes ahold of my life
the moon and clouds sing

morning darkness
unwanted wakefulness;
listening to the rain
raindrops sing
a melancholy tune
my tea cup cools

looking up at dusk
the stars starting to appear
the fog of my breath