Fireworks The sky is ablaze, Dazzling colors of red, Bursting white and blue. Whistling rockets, Fountains spewing small sparkles While spectators “Ooooo.”
For the Love of Dogs Is there anything Sweeter than the acceptance And love of a dog? Unconditional, Forgiving and so patient, Eyes only for you. Who… Read more “Haiku Sunday (58-60)”
Summer Blueberries Summer blueberries, Exploding inside my mouth. Nature’s little treat. Humble blueberries, Waiting for nimble fingers, To quickly pluck them. They are my childhood. We picked… Read more “Haiku Sunday (54-57)”
The Photographer His eyes were open. He saw what no one else did. He held a power. He held the power To capture time, a moment, The… Read more “Haiku Sunday (54-56)”
A Walk in the Clouds He walked in the clouds, He was searching for the path To get to Heaven. Through the mist, he saw God, out… Read more “Haiku Sunday (51 – 53)”
Wild Within There is something wild within, it’s untamed and free pushing boundaries. Separating out The ancient and primitive From technology. Ditching convention, Fighting the societal Constraints… Read more “Haiku Sunday (47-50)”
Of Many Worlds in This World by Margaret Cavendish Just like as in a nest of boxes round, Degrees of sizes in each box are found: So,… Read more “Nature is curious…”
Beauty Beauty full of fear, There’s never been cause to trust. She’ll keep her secrets. Where will she find hope? In the hands of her savior; He… Read more “Haiku Sunday (44-46)”
The Lady in the Green Car She was capable, Clever and sometimes reckless, Charming and divine. She would not be told, No one dared to interfere. She… Read more “Haiku Sunday (42 & 43)”
Mystery She wanted to leave, Go where no one would find her, She planned an escape. She found an island, With mysteries of its own, She never returned.… Read more “Haiku Sunday (40 &41)”
The May Queen Spring bursts into bloom, Announcing the arrival Of her Majesty. The Summer May Queen, Crowned with glorious garlands, Celebrates new life.
Hero to Homeless He came back from war, No one cared what he had seen, No warm welcome home. He could not find work, Night terrors ravaged… Read more “Haiku Sunday (35-37)”
To The Mountains, I Went I followed the path To the high misty mountains, To seek some solace. There, I found myself, Renewed with hope and purpose,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (33-34)”
In Awe, My Eyes in Wonder See Ornate Cupolas, And gleaming golden onions, Spires for miles. The brocade altars, Byzantine architecture, Befitting a king.
Desert Dunes Centuries of secrets, Dark nomadic whisperings, Kept in the desert. Breezes shift the sand Serpentining by moonlight, forming brand new dunes. .
Havana Has Swag Glowing in the dark, Fins and tail lights disappear, Havana swagger. Fat Cuban cigars, Cultivating car culture, Papa’s pride and joy. Vintage Cadillacs. Cruising… Read more “Haiku Sunday (26 – 28)”
Morning Glory The Dawn stretched and yawned, Dressed in gold and tangerine, Plotting out her day. The sky was cloudless, A cerulean canvas, Daubed and dabbed various… Read more “Haiku Sunday (23-25)”
Haikus In Honor of St. Patrick’s Day Rolling fields of green, And a raging Irish sea, This island is home. Corned beef and cabbage And the luck… Read more “Haiku Sunday (19-22) for St. Patrick’s Day”
I Want to Go Places! Passport and backpack, One hundred and ninety-five Countries to go to. Another Stamp Been there and seen that, Ticking off my bucket list,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (17 & 18)”
I want to see Everything Why go? She asked him. I want to see everything! He said as he packed. Student of the World With wide-eyed wonder,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (15 & 16)”
Decluttering tips for each room by a professional declutter.
Tea Bests Coffee Tea is so divine, So much better than coffee, Comfort for the soul. Coffee Rush Bleary-eyed, I reach, For morning’s slap in the face,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (11 & 12)”
Valentine’s Day Haikus 1 Take my empty heart And fill the void with sweet words, Conversation hearts. 2 I just want to know, Will you be my… Read more “Haiku Sunday (10)”
Playing in the Rain The rain gently taps my window, begging me to come outside and play.
Sunday Haiku (8) by guest Birdie I Love Oyster Crackers Oyster crackers in my savory oyster stew, better than saltines. A tiny cracker floating in tomato soup,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (8)”