Category: Haiku

Love

Reaching, ever gentle, Comforting, supporting her, Grandson makes her smile. My daughter captured this moment of tenderness, after an afternoon at the Animal Kingdom, as we soggily (having gotten caught in the usual Florida downpour) and wearily trudged to the bus stop.   PhotoFriday:… Continue Reading “Love”

Get Close

Sunrise strolls on shores, Sparkling sea gems, strewn like gold, ‘cross shimmering sands.

Aftermath

Seahorse overseeing seashells, strewn in splintered shards, Sea surge, sated, wanes. Weekaly Photo Challsenge: Scale

Verticality

knit from side to side, lacy textures, seed-stitched chains, long-side lines entwined. Photo Friday: #vertical

View from the Front

Rigid, toe to toe, Crimson fortress wall, stalwart ‘gainst the market maul. It seemed a beautiful sight, as I arrived at Trader Joe’s, moments after the store had opened.  Absent were the frenetic shoppers flitting here and there, jockeying for a cart, rushing into the… Continue Reading “View from the Front”

Macrospore

Fungus, toadstool, spore Dreaded, craved, or mere ignored More than what I seem. Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise  

Spring Sightings

Reflections glimmer, Shimmering on thawing stream, Winter fades to spring. Photo Friday: #reflection  

Motion

The windmill at Peddlar’s Village stands tall and silent, against the dramatic, wispy-clouded sky of Bucks County.

Split Personality

Hard-spiked, standing tall Single stalk, aslant, bursts forth Wispy, silken stars. Photo Friday:  #black_and_white

Blush of Bliss

Burgeoning blush-buds, Whisper to a warring world Silent prayer for peace. Photo101 Day 4: Bliss and Captions Bliss: complete happiness, great joy, paradise, or heaven.

Raise the Net!

Set, precisely placed, Ref’s whistle blares o’er melee, Sphere propelled to net. Writing 201:  Poetry…Day 1: Screen, Haiku, Alliteration; Today, write a poem about/against/in homage to the screens in your life.

Clinging Vine

While soaking in the wonder of a Berkshire sunrise, I was struck by the insistence of nature, evident in this tendril of new growth, clinging to the stone bridge over a babbling brook. “My Lord, What a Morning,”