My Response to Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Fresh

suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake


Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.

Mysteries

Sink By The Sidewalk

next to the sidewalk
what strange story exists here?
today’s mystery

Wednesday, Early Morning

outside my window

sounds of cat lust, or a fight?

awake before dawn

Strange sounds in the night

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Strange sounds of the night

Is that a cat? A raccoon?

Now, again, silence

Walking In Suburbia

Angled Daylight
The angled daylight, Dances amongst the trees, A gentle breeze blows

A haiku reflection on this evening’s walk. Very delightful journey through this suburb I call home.

Awoke by sirens: an early morning #haikuย 

Awoke by sirens

Deep in the pre-dawn darkness 

I say a prayer 

Walking in Suburbia

Walking in sunshine

Just below these powerlines

Life in the suburbs

A Monday Early Morning Haikuย 

A street shines just outside my window. The quiet of this suburb, both home and alien. 

Suburban Nightย 

Suburban silence 

Raindrops rattling my roof 

The beauty of home 

A Friday Night In The Suburbs

Birds break the silence
No cares for propriety
Suburbia’s charms

I hope your Friday night we lovely. Tis now time for slumber to dominate.