brown, orange, and red
colours a palette of Fall
for painting Autumn
Seasoned Art – Haiku
Tag: Poetry
Earth to Ash Episode Fifty Four – This Week, Flu
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 walk after a long week of battling a cold or maybe the flu. And, to make things worse, my little island is on fire. So, join me for an update and a little reminiscing to raise some of our spirits. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Earth to Ash Episode Fifty Three – Nod, On My Watch
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 stroll in the beautiful beginning of August. Saying “Good Morning” to all my neighbours, and tossing a subtle nod hello to those folks I don’t know, hoping to exchange smiles in passing. I also discuss how letting go of hurt and pain can have a healing effect. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait…two poems for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Summer…Chapter Three – Haiku
August is like this
perfect spot under a tree
all day to lie there
Summer, A Breeze – Haiku
July a colour
for which I wish for more paint
finish my summer
Scar Tissue – Haiku
hate is an ember
that burns only who holds it
let go and you’ll heal
Earth to Ash Episode Fifty Two – Charged With A Salt
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 in between the seconds of a beautiful sunny morning, getting triggered by the reminiscence of summer. A warm breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass, and a scent of the salt ocean. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait…two poems for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Sleep Away Camp
by cabin four, sitting on a crooked step
forest sounds could be heard
trees whispering
brooks babbling on
birds fight for a sleeping spot
Tide Me Over – Haiku
edge of the ocean
salt starts a craving for sea
comes to me in waves
The Creature
the creature lurks when light flickers to dark
growling in the void
slashing at reality
dwelling in crevasses, damp, dirty, and soaked
drenched in bad, covered in wrong
broken and abandoned
Earth To Ash 