951. watching, waiting & wondering

she sits quietly 
tethered to a pole… watching
how loyalty looks  🦊❤️

When I see a dog tethered to a pole on a busy street while their “pet parent(s)” pop into a store to do this or that, it makes me pause and wonder.  🦊❤️



 

950. wondering about not wondering

top a sun drenched wall
below a cotton-ball sky 
 a sparrow just looks  🦊❤️

I sat and looked at the sparrow just looking. I wondered what it must be like to just sit and look and not wonder at all. 🦊❤️


 

949. naturally perfect syllables

bursting daffodils 
cucumber magnolia
yellow buttercups 🦊❤️

Today’s haiku sprung into the 5-7-5 syllable pattern so easily. Nature’s way… 🦊❤️

 

948. elephant burial ground







thunderous silent feet
gather here to pass away
the elephant trees 🦊❤️

 There is a stand of European Beech trees along a section of the trails that I have been watching progressively tumble to earth. They remind me of elephants  as their bark is smooth and their huge trunks are  the shape of elephant  legs.   My friend Rob mentioned that his granddaughter Vivi also says they remind her of elephants. Rob commented that it’s like an elephant graveyard. Sadly because of their smooth bark they are more at risk for having irresponsible people carve deeply into their “skin”. Thank you Rob and Vivi for fueling this post. 🦊❤️

947. a silly spring haiku

in the store window
the one-handed mannequin 
sports some springtime garb 🦊❤️

 Whenever I have nothing “profound” to post I resort to silliness. That’s OK! Right? 🦊❤️

946. endurance

that singular bloom
quite in contrast to that rock
one endures… one not  🦊❤️

Endurance has many meanings and takes many forms. Will  the blossom or the rock endure in your memory? 🦊❤️

 

945. olfactory uncertainty solved

the fresh smell of worms
on a rainy morning walk
wet wriggling along  🦊❤️

Yesterday morning while walking in a light rain I became aware of an old familiar smell. I remember smelling it as long ago as when I was a child. It’s a musty odd smell. Could it be the worms slip slogging  along the wet blacktop. I always suspected that but was never curious enough to investigate. “Hey Siri do worms smell?” “I found this on the web. I this what you’re looking for?”  Indeed they do. 🦊❤️