No song of color in the sky this morning No scales of pink and peach and orange No whole note of a full moon settingNot even empty music stavesJust a silent pause of grey Note: A Caesura in music is a brief, silent pause in which metrical time is not counted. Photo taken from my … More February Caesura
I am looking for the morning moon a waning crescent curl today, the sun has risen fully so, she will have to share her shine The Day Twenty-eight prompt is to write a concrete poem, a poem in the written in the shape of its subject.
Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays -Wendell Berry, “How to Be a Poet” War rages, a plague still takes lives, winter seems to linger weeks past the vernal equinox, you’re running out of eggs, your … More Composed
What brings joy to my cat’s heart I wonder? A loose hair tie on the floor to play with? Or an unexpected tuna treat? What about the squirrels outside? A playmate to chase in circles up a tree? A cozy nest to share up high? What about the random deer who saunters through the yard? … More Twice Blessed [haibun]
Cold stings my face as the coral dawn brightens I’m bundled in my purple down coat, purple stocking cap, purple gloves and purple paisley scarf I go to market for supplies to make winter vegetable soup Masked, I enter, fumble for the list amid all my winter layers remove my hat and gloves mentally map … More Purple Dawn
Because I love sunrisesI arise at dawnto view the color symphonywhether fully awake or not Because I love the moonI go outside one morningto find a waning gibbushigh in the 8 o’clock sky Because I love the earthI work to heal her wounds andlet her healing heal mine Photo taken in Troy, MI
Mandolin wishes may stream like rose-colored dawns that unfold on a wistful breeze Bliss of a kiss may float to clouds gather with other kisses or linger on lips in glistening delight Dappled memories may contain peppers of hurt and fear but life like the moon cycle shines joy with her fullness Photo of … More Mandolin Wishes
filtered water fills the cup going up an octave as it reaches the brim coffee maker sputters syncopation to the wind chime song beside the window peppers sizzle in a pan avocado slices frame the plate whipped egg with spices waits for its turn in the skillet snow has fallen during the night porch needs … More Winter Morning
Sunrise reminds me of the impermanence of nature as do the cycles of the moon This morning, a thin lunar sliver, a waning crescent stands watch from above as sunrise colors fill the horizon With my attention on the glory of the sunrise I don’t notice the moon disappear Did she rise above the frame … More Moonrise, Moonset
Growth Sunrise today is underwhelming at least as far as colors are concerned yet my kitty and I still sit on the window seat to watch the light grow and grow and grow every moment eternal every moment finite Sunset Haiku “Feed me please,” she purrs, “by the back window because sunset’s blaze soon fades.” … More Sunrise, Sunset
Wind Rush 