Haiku in Appreciation of Leafless Trees in Winter
In winter, leafless trees frame the landscape or cityscape, delicate and lacy while at the same time sturdy and lasting.
Who needs fireworks when you’ve got sunsets and peeps?
Turtle Haiku (Two) for You
The Call of the Wild, On the Walk
Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.
Sunsets Make Me Happy (Hour)
Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.
3 Haiku: Yesterday and Tomorrow – and What About Today?
Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?
Dandelion Meditations (and a haiku)
I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.
Some Days, You’re the Windshield; Some Days, You’re the Bug (and How the Rose Helped)
A Gentle Coming Out Party, and the End of Spring
A quiet story about coming out of a long, silent austerity into the startlingly lush experience of in-person conversation and a meal with another couple outside of our bubble.
What the Car Saw: Winter’s Bleak Tableau (plus haiku)
It was cold, damp, bleak and dreary. Dickens would have felt right at home.
Hurry Up and Wait
We’re all waiting for the day when friends can once again be greeted with a bear hug.
Martin Luther King Day Haiku: Not Just a Dream
it’s not enough to “not be racist,” I must be anti-racist and actively involved in highlighting injustice and creating a better world, along the lines of “If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem”.
100 Years, 1 Month and 1 Day in this World, and Now Dancing with the Daffodils
A remembrance and a haiku for the intrepid little lady we lost, Ruth Violet Hiatt Holt.
Haiku: My Poinsettia Reflections
As much as holidays are a time for celebration, they also bring reminders of the past, joyful days with lost loved ones.
Mindfulness Haiku Born from a New Vantage Point
The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.
Seeds of Change
There are so many unknowns these days. But seeds of change are being sown, and autumn can bring a welcome respite.
When Doves Cry
A haiku inspired by mourning doves in the early morning at Gumbo Cove … were they sentries? Signposts? They seemed like they were anxiously awaiting something. Like us.
We’re on a Road to Nowhere (and a haiku)
A discarded coronavirus mask littering the parking lot. The song, Road to Nowhere. A haiku.
the haiku that wrote itself under the apricot-indigo sky
Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.