on this blus’try morn
red’ning tree full of sparrows
with soft gaze they’re there 🦊❤️
Warning: What follows may be politically incorrect.
A sense of haiku
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1868. lazy looking
1867. airworthy
i watched from above
how perfectly you spun ‘round
floating down, down, down 🦊❤️
1866. battling
battling to the death
two fierce forest behemoths
nightmares made of this 🦊❤️
1865. design
on the forest’s floor
nature’s designs on display
like this mushroom’s spots 🦊❤️
1864. slower than molasses
i would love to be
a slug for a single day
only one speed… slow 🦊❤️
Today is a beautifully rainy day. It’s a perfect day to shift to slow and just creep along one step at a time. 🦊❤️
1863. through all kinds of weather
off the beaten trail
there’s a very special tree
that’s our secret place 🦊❤️
1862. becoming one with….
blending perfectly
like a grasshopper on grass…
… or a katydid 🦊❤️
1861. hallowed ground
once stood a tall tree
time and weather took their toll
sawdust is its ghost 🦊❤️
The field was littered with many trees that had fallen over the years. I used to enjoy slaloming through them as I made my way to the trails. Today, all that was left were lines of sawdust where the trees had been cut into sections and hauled away. 🦊❤️
1860. gobble, gobble
a plump turkey tail
its fungi feathers blooming
real feast for the eyes 🦊❤️
1859. lunch ala ikea
assembling a lunch
swedish meatballs and salad
lingonberry too 🦊❤️
Lunch at Ikea is always a treat. The little Swedish flag flies high on its namesake meatballs. 🦊❤️
1858. simple definition of a tree
digging deep in dirt
reaching into emptiness
they call it a tree 🦊❤️
1857. paradox of the burl
if our woes grew burls
we would look like this gnarled tree
full of precious bumps 🦊❤️
Burls are bumps that sometime grow on certain trees as a result of the trees being injured, parasitic attacks, fungal infections and other known and unknown negative impacts. The burls can grow quite large and can look very unsightly and quite grotesque. The paradox is however that burls are highly sought after by woodworkers because of their exquisite grain patterns and are worth lots of money. While our woes may look pretty ugly, if we look inside them there just may be many beautiful things to be learned that are worth their weight in gold. 🦊❤️
1856. crunch, crunch, crunch
crowding out the sand
a treasure trove of seashells
crunching underfoot 🦊❤️
1855. looking beyond “knowledge”
how can we not see
a majesty beyond what
we think that we know? 🦊❤️
1854. eternal optimist
sea and sky are one
no space for the sun to rise
no matter… she waits 🦊❤️
It’s 6:51 AM. The sun is due to show its blazing head now… but the heavy clouds from lingering from last nights rains crowds out it appearance. Nonetheless Yulan is at the ready to capture the moment that never comes. She is the consummate optimist. 🦊❤️
1853. fortune telling - lost fortunes
a town full of slots
cigarette smoke and lost bets
atlantic city 🦊❤️
1852. like icarus
a seagull streaks through
fiery sunset clouds like a
winged meteorite 🦊❤️
1851. fall is for shedding stuff
under autumn skies
a maple tree sheds its green
followed by its leaves 🦊❤️
***
under autumn skies
a maple tree sheds its leaves
danny sheds his locks 🦊❤️
Inspired by the shedding of green and leaves by the trees, I decided to shed my hair. 🦊❤️
1850. stark contrast
mid the changing leaves
the ghostly white sycamore
haunting in contrast 🦊❤️
1849. solitary dancer
hanging on a thread
pirouetting round and round
dance golden leaf dance 🦊❤️
1848. lean on me
when i was falling
you stood tall and oh so firm
now we stand as one 🦊❤️
I marvel at the sight of tall trees that have been in the midst of tumbling to earth for some reason of nature and are stopped dead in their trajectory downward by another tree. Often the rescuing tree is knocked askew by the sudden impact. Both trees, from that moment forward stand together in mutual support of each other. We are all trees needing a another tree to fall into for support. TIMBER… 🦊❤️
1847. a smile
how many people
has this smiling face greeted
and brightened their day? 🦊❤️
A smile today will do more to change the course of time and brighten it than will an angry face or words. 🦊❤️
1846. a panoramic day
what a day we had
oodles of eats and realness
richness of it all 🦊❤️
1845. dots
red, yellow, green, pink
and don’t forget the orange
brief trip to heaven 🦊❤️
I have been resisting the urge to buy a box of Dots candy at our small local movie theater for way too long. So last evening we went to the movies and without hesitation I scored a big old box of Dots. I opened the box and searched out an orange one (my fave) and savored its texture and its taste. I was in heaven. I ate half of the box, closed it and walked into the lobby and threw the remainder into the trash can. It was a wonderful experience… then it was time to let it go. 🦊❤️
1844. mine field
time to step lightly
as leaves fall and join forces
to hide roots and rocks 🦊❤️
Fall is rapidly approaching and soon enough the quietude of the trails will be filled with the rustle of leaves underfoot and the hazards of hidden rocks and roots. One step at a time. 🦊❤️
1843. a little bit of magic
a simple stone wall
propping up a sagging trail
lifts my spirits too 🦊❤️
1842. a simple scene
at the cedar’s feet
a patina of green moss
warming in the sun 🦊❤️
1841. windmill spinner
spinning and spinning
round and round you go and go
yet… you still stand still 🦊❤️
1840. blown away
dandelion head
in its perfect shadow form
i’m blown away 🦊❤️
1839. family is for fun
such a busy day
food, art and ice cream galore
family fun sunday 🦊❤️
1838. the shadow behind the bloom
wonder will peek through
sometimes in just a shadow
sometimes in full bloom 🦊❤️
1837. breathing in the ferns
up among the ferns
i pause to look and breathe
joy filling my lungs 🦊❤️
Old friends along the trails have been waiting for me to show up again and say “hey”. Today me and the ferns exclaimed “So glad to see you again!”🦊❤️
1836. just one more game…
another dollar
buys us hope that we can yell
“B-I-N-G-O” 🦊❤️
We had a blast plunking down dollar after dollar in hopes of yelling loudly, “BINGO”! Well we never did yell “BINGO” but the kielbasa sandwiches and pizza were great!!🦊❤️
1835. inching my way home
it’s been way too long
since walking these winding trails
your “welcome backs”… sweet…🦊❤️
Due to some foot issues I have not been able to go into the woods for quite awhile to meander and “just be”. Like a tentative cat, I am slowly inching my way forward into its healing embrace. I am grateful for every step forward. 🦊❤️
1834. cracks in walls
in the wailing wall
the faithful insert prayers
wawa’s wall not so 🦊❤️
1833. its best day behind it
an old blue bird house
falling apart at the seams
dangles in the breeze 🦊❤️
1832. heavenly treat
such a royal treat
chocolate dipped vanilla cone
storm of taste and feel 🦊❤️
I recently discovered a very old school Dairy Queen store in the area. Now I can take a trip into the past to enjoy my favorite treat of all time, a chocolate dipped vanilla cone. Oh that wonderful crunchy sound, feel and taste of the frozen chocolate crust breaking and melting in my mouth. 🦊❤️
1831. hidden treasures
on a rotting log
on this fresh new morn
brilliant jewels 🦊❤️
1830. dread d.m.v
dreaded d.m.v.
every four years a must do
ugh and real i.d. 🦊❤️
1829. the shirt off his back
The Following are Haiku by Frank
i give you my shirt
no need to reciprocate
tommy is plenty
***
tommy decks our halls
with meow looks of jolly
no need for holly
***
tommy was a cat
but was way much more than that
just ask dan the man
***
dan the man can paint
go take a look at tom cat
no more proof than that
***
once tommy has gone
walls will never be the same
he brings so much joy
As I was setting up my art exhibit at Spring Mill Pointe senior community a few days ago I met Frank and his wife Bonnie. When I first talked with them I was immediately touched by their friendliness and cheerfulness. Frank was wearing an awesome pink Hawaiian type shirt that really caught my eye. Each time he passed through the exhibit area I commented on his shirt and I said I’d swap him a painting for the shirt. We had lots of chuckles with the back and forth. Well last evening was the opening night of my exhibit and also the “Meet The Artist” event. Frank approached me with a paper bag and he handed it to me. In the bag was the pink shirt and a page of 5 haiku that he wrote about Tommy the cat. He informed me that he had read some of my haiku and that he has been a haiku writer since high school, amassing volumes of his own poems. We hugged and both talked about how amazing that we both wrote haiku as if we were meant to meet and be friends. I am very grateful and honored by Frank’s generosity and kindness. It made my night so very special. Thank you so much Frank. I am proud to have you and Bonnie as my friends. 🦊❤️
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