So shriveled, so faded, the sick sliver o’ a crescent. All the adults present pass, minds & eyes straight on the streets ’head. ¿& why shouldn’t they be? ¿What have they up there to see that they haven’t seen already? But I keep staring up @ you, as if ’twere still the 1st time, e’en […]
Morning showers too cold for any spring to warm.
Gray weekend ~ nothing but spoons o’ peanut butter.
¡I e’en forgot the music last sunset! March 30, 2018, on the road home from groceries, our poet encounters ‘nother sunrise… April drops ~ already I feel the ocean horizon. April drops ~ their sheer weight leaves speckled shadows. ¡Yes, photos! tonight the camera joins the party.
Day o’ new hatching ~ on this year, it is a prank.
Note: If one were to ask me my favorite character in Lord of the Rings, ’twould have to be the place o’ Morder in all its beautifully-described ugliness. The scent of petrol & warm rain ~ Middle March.
Note: as usual, there was a delay ’tween the publication o’ this haiku & its inspiring event ( the time @ which I, unfortunately ’gain, forgot to bring my camera ) — hence the dissonance ’tween “middle march” & this publication date. Also, I know Eriador is low lands — ’twas the least inaccurate comparison […]
Accompanying music Still-young spring ~ a foreign bus stop, ants return.
St. Martin After Irma: The Beaches Are Dazzling but There’s Work to Do The beaches ~ dazzling, but there is work to do.
On the road home from groceries, our poet encountered a sunrise… Occhio per occhio rende tutto il mondo cieco No photos 🙁 ~ camera hibernates deep in spring. Tramonto in marzo… il tempo sicuramente vola Spring sunset ~ its sexiness is always ending. Suonare sullo sfondo Mountains whose orange is a bit grayer in the […]
