Iris, blackfoot daisies, catmint, salvia,
asters, penstemon
springtime flowers carpeting my heart
haiku
Sunday Haiku
On the edge of an abyss
hair wind ruffled
look to Orion and dream.
Sunday Haiku
Blackfoot daisies, corydalis grace green pastures
springtime wonders
tiny blossoms of joy winking at an azure sky.
Sunday Haiku
Sun filters through junipers
wind whispers
mockingbirds sing mating songs.
Sunday Haiku
Mourning doves call at dawn
haunting echoes
I turn, drifting back to dreams.
Note: today is my birthday. Spent the day at a soccer tournament in Midland/Odessa watching my grandson play club soccer. Returned home to find, at last count, 82 birthday wishes on Facebook, greetings from all but two continents. Feeling grateful.
Friday Haiku
Since taking blogging 101 through WordPress, I have decided to follow one of their recommendations and post at least one regular post regardless of what other types of content I may post other days of the week. Therefore, every Friday, I will post at least one haiku. Spring has sprung here. Birds are singing and playing in the rain–it has rained off and on the last several days, a rather unusual event for the Panhandle of Texas–semi arid country for sure.
Here is my first Friday Haiku post in celebration of spring:
Cardinal bobbing in a cobalt bath
cedars trembling
portrait in red, green, and blue.
Haiku Adventure–Part Eight
Before I began this adventure, haiku’s popularity bypassed me totally. Hence, I remain astonished at how many people like my haiku posts and how many followers I gained with them. This post not only continues this particular adventure, but also focuses on heroes. Who are your heroes, why? One of mine is Pancho Villa. I admire revolutionaries, Robin Hoods, people who take risks to help the poor, downtrodden, disenfranchised. This post is dedicated to Pancho Villa:
Pancho Villa frowning in the midday sun
bandolier crossed
brave enough to invade New Mexico.
Haiku Adventure-Part Seven
This rather short adventure was an experiment soon to end. Since my haiku posts generated so many positive responses, I may consider its continuance. My most recent adventure, however, is to take Word Press’ Blogging 101 in spite of the fact that I have been blogging for more than three years. I feel certain I can learn something new. For now here is another haiku.
Three large purple onions
waiting
mother’s old stoneware bowl.
Haiku Adventure-Part Six
Last week the following fit the circumstances:
French doors open in February
waiting
only rocks and barren trees
Then this week occurred:
Yesterday, I frolicked in a summer sun
Today, ice and snow blast from the northeast
bipolar weather
Haiku Adventure–Part Five
Since I spend the majority of my waking hours with high school students…
innuendo filled room
young males
too much testosterone
For nearly as long as I can recall, meditation has been a daily routine. Birds of all sorts live out here in the country with me.
slowly breathe in
breathe out
a hoot owl echo invades
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