1103. smooth idling

 

cars are criss-crossing

a lawyer next to me plots

my decaf is smooth 🦊❤️

I love going out most mornings for a cup of coffee at local  places.  I sit and I sip and I watch.  Being on idle while all around me are revving up for another day is heaven. As I sat I could not help but notice a man sitting beside me at the next table pouring over what appeared to be a huge legal brief and cross referencing a book of laws and other documents as well.  Ahhhh my decaf, keeping me on idle, tasted so good!!!! 🦊❤️

1102. good bye big red oak

 

limb by limb you go

you grew tall and oh so wide

fungi are crying 🦊❤️

At Morris Arboretum the final removal operations of a big and beautiful Red Oak will be executed tomorrow.  The chief arborist told me it cannot survive so it must be removed.  I have enjoyed looking at this beautiful tree daily for years.  I will miss it and so will the countless fungi above and below ground that it supports. 🦊❤️

1101. a simple colorful moment

 

me in my bright shoes

among pretty fallen leaves

on the wet pavement 🦊❤️

Simple moments seem to be where the haiku center of my brain is at these days. Nothing but glimpses that catch my mind.   Keeping it simple.  🦊❤️

1100. head in the clouds

 

as i climbed the hill

i wished i could keep rising

to check out that cloud 🦊❤️

As a little kid, I used to swing on a swing set that was on a hill behind my grandmother’s house.  I would imagine that at the apex of each swing cycle I could launch myself off the seat and reach the moon that was in the sky.  Sometimes dreaming is better than the real thing. 🦊❤️ 

1099. the gift

 

a precious new day

comes into view floating on

a bubble wrapped sky 🦊❤️ 

As time goes on the saying, “every day is a gift” becomes more deeply understood. The gift comes wrapped in different paper every day. 🦊❤️

1098. hide and seek

 

“…mississippi 20

ready or not here i come!”

after dinner fun  🦊❤️

When I saw a frog, purely by mistake, nearly invisible on the ground I flashed back to nightly hide and seek games that assembled after dinnertime in my old neighborhood. I loved that feeling of suspense as I heard the “seeker’s” footsteps approaching as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as if that would make me invisible. 🦊❤️

1097. finding “it”

when i look real hard

it’s rare that i can find “it”

at ease… “it” finds me  🦊❤️

I have peaks and valleys when it comes to finding inspiration for new art, poems or solutions to problems. Usually, new ideas and increased creative energy arrives for me at those times that I am at ease and not looking for anything. When I try too hard to get inspired, inspiration plays a game of hide and seek with me. It is very good at hiding. 🦊❤️