the rain has that taste
streets black even at morning
my longing heart slows
On Days I Mourn – Haiku
Tag: Poetry
Earth To Ash Episode Fifty Seven – Ashing Through The Snow
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m out on a December-chilled morning, walking along Ashing through the snow. Most months have a distinct feel. December is definitely one of them. So much so that it broke me free from the strangling grip of writer’s block. Now that I am creating again, I need to talk about it, too. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait, two poems for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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December Drift – Haiku
feeling deep inside
looking at a flurry sky
angels where I lie
Fall in Love – Haiku
tell autumn I said
orange, yellow, brown, and red
with fall I do wed
Stopped for a Spell (Halloween Spirit) Haiku
watched a cat last night
join this lady on a broom
and, now I’m a frog
Earth To Ash Episode Fifty Six – Mist-ified
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m out on a dampening Friday evening walk, totally mist-ified in a low-lying fog. Join me for a good old chinwag as we reinforce the need to slow down, take it all in, and maybe revisit some moments in our lives. Possibly a scary one. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait, two poems for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Earth To Ash Episode Fifty Five – Days of Mourning
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m out for a beautiful Fall Saturday walk, contemplating life and loss. I recently lost a loved one, so let’s catch up and talk it out. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Misty Rain – Haiku
rain hits different
walking downtown on Fall nights
don’t even feel wet
Orange I’m Glad – Haiku
perfect orange dusk
is when I take a deep breath
welcome October
Gray Area (Halloween Spirit)
the whole way home was well lit
a street light every ten paces
fifteen paces for twelve-year-olds
safe in that direction until
we came upon the house
the one around the field
along the way
where it was dark all the time
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