The world slows down to welcome evening –
sunlight no longer makes it all the way to the ground,
but, rather suffuses tree tops in their leafy luster.
Air sheds its harsh heat in layers and becomes cooler by degree,
while the song of wood thrush fills the air with melody
that makes my heart happy. My second favorite time of day.
Each season changes me –
In Spring – fresh greens and new life, make me feel so alive and hopeful. Flowers colors of the rainbow fill my soul with joy.
In Summer – freedom and extra time, make me feel like I can fit in all that I need and want to do. I can bask in glorious heat on my skin and feed my soul with words.
Fall – true pigments of leaves show, and I’m filled with all the joy of the brilliant blue fall sky. Crisp, clean air invigorates and pulses down to the core of my being.
Winter – pulls me inside myself and makes me more introspective. Too few hours of daylight find me traveling to and from work in darkness. I begin to feel I need something more – more of what I can’t be sure. If I were an animal, I’m sure I would hibernate.
There is beauty in every season, if you take time to find it. There is beauty in you in every season. You may not know exactly where to look, but the search is worth it in the end. Find it if you can.
Silent reflections –
observe all, yet comment on nothing.
stare back at me without judgement.
echo beauty and grace.
reflect blue sky and white clouds.
shine through to my soul.
Silent reflections contain nothing, yet everything.
Snow falls, and
the world stops to listen.
Snow falls, and
all you hear is shushing of snow.
Snow falls, and
the world is filled with white silence.
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Haiku for the Barn Owl
A shriek in the night –
Is it someone or something?
A barn owl sounds off.
In response to hearing this sound in the night – June 2010.
My soul soars in the fog,
somewhere above earth
containing all, yet nothing.
Fog whispers
Fog silences
Fog roars
Mysterious in all it surrounds.
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Haiku for Autumn Morn
Cool wind through tree tops
As leaves fall like rain on this
Perfect autumn morn.
Haiku for the Crescent Moon
Curvy crescent moon
Shrouded by shredded clouds to
Make it more lovely.
Haiku for the Hand Painted Skies
Everywhere I look –
Hand painted skies surround me
Filling me with awe.
Haiku for the Soft Rain
Sweet, soft summer rain
Steadily dampens the earth –
She gently swallows.
Haiku to Heavenly Sky
Oh heavenly sky
Pacify me with beauty
Soothe my troubled soul.
Haiku for Mist
Dazzling blue sky
With downy clouds above
Mist shrouded river.
Haiku for the Fog
River must be cold –
It’s wearing a fog blanket.
Hope you get warm soon.
Haiku to the River
What mysteries lie
Beneath your surface serene?
You hide them so well.
Haiku for Peaches
Sweet summer peaches
Juice drips down to my elbows
Luscious summer bliss.
Haiku for Queen Anne (and her lace)
Lace adorns the roads
Moving gently in the breeze
Perfect for a queen.
To box turtles everywhere:
Helped a turtle cross the road
Headed I know not where, but
I don’t have to know.
Haiku for the Heron
Rising from the mist
Ephemeral heron is
Almost like a dream.
Haiku for the River
Her warm breath rises
From the cold water beneath-
We know that she lives.
Haiku for the River
The scent, the sound of
The river as it rises
Yes, it is alive.
Haiku for the Hosta
Mysterious bloom
Gently unfolds its petals-
No longer unknown.
Butterfly
Flying flower has
Been grounded- not sure why, but
Moved it to safety.
Soothe Me
Summertime night sounds
Soothe me at end of day with
Their sweet steady beat.
Haiku for Fireworks
Magic lives in the
Artistry and Chemistry
That we call fireworks. 💥
Crescent Moon
Crescent moon in dark
Sky with clouds of pink and gray
Takes my breath away.
Drinking with my Eyes
Drinking with my eyes
All the bounty of the earth-
Thankful for farmers.
Sick at Heart
One bad decision
Leaves an animal in a
Pile of blood and bones.
Nature is alive with all the entertainment I ever need. Sounds, sights, and smells surround me. Scents that can take me back to my childhood in my Grandmother’s garden, playing in the creek behind my house, and then there’s the smell of the river. Complex, yet simple, scents that nourish my soul. Sometimes I need, yes need, to be outside to let nature take me in and heal me.
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