Relaxed, warm, friendly autumn is with us here in Central Ohio. Pleasant afternoons, nicely chill nights great for sleeping soundly. Winter’s in the wings, soon to follow. Here’s a selection of autumn and winter haiku. his father’s old binoculars autumn stars ———————– silence of the hayfield night harvest moon ———————— autumn afternoon he rides the
August’s heat is not abating here in Columbus, Ohio. More ninety degree days ahead. And I can’t say there’s even a hint of fall in the air. Well, maybe, on some cooler evenings. Here’s a poem about the nearing season. Autumn Hymn Autumn like a cathedral of trees and sunlight in trees dogs far barking,
Remember those childhood summers, when you leaped astride your bicycle and explored your wondrous neighborhood? All that innocence all that joy. Here’s a poem reflecting that gladness. Bicycle Days Give me a bicycle, grant me a meadow I’ll take you to the secret heart of things where the butterfly wings when
Thunderstorms, chill, heat, calm, the seasons are contending. We can all feel summer in the air, though it’s not officially with us. A time for power, the power of compassionate change. Seven Dragons Seven dragons cross the sky their breath is hot against the wind seven dragons, serpents all calling out across the universe
Here in Ohio, chill, cloudy days are giving way to sunlight and warmth. Here’s a special invitation to the very next warm, rainy spring afternoon. An Invitation There’s a rain arriving from the mysterious west it will patter against the dog-faced mimosa leaves stream down along the asphalt shingles splash into your wide and upturned
Here, a small selection of spring and spring-like haiku. Upbeat, as a warming season invites us to our gardens and our greening parks. Always keeping in mind our six foot safe distance. springtime carousel the melody of horses ******* all-night rain circling moon cradled sleep ******** treetop cardinals call and response crimson liturgy ******* thundercloud
Here we are, self-isolating from a virus, as spring begins in a mist of rain, gray, and chill. But soon the sun will appear, and the dreary days will be few. Even in this difficult time, we can enjoy each precious moment. This poem reminds us of our capacity for each-moment joy and gladness. If
Winter is chill and gray here in Columbus, Ohio, where the sun can disappear for days. But the sun always breaks through again, and winter becomes light-struck. There is much to be thankful for, even in a dark season. Winter Thanks We are thankful today for the light fading in embers for trees, frost-barren,
Early November, a hint of winter in the air. I remind myself that the season need not be perceived as cold, dark, grim. Winter has a purpose far more humane.. Purpose Winter Stillness of the woods is comprehensive river long distracted from her flow frozen current, time’s abandoned moment we hear the crackling of
With the advent of September, autumn begins its sweep into Columbus. It’s with us today, more than just a hint of it. The earlier- setting sun, the coolness of days and evenings. Here’s a poetic tribute to this welcome season. Autumn Hymn Autumn like a cathedral of trees and sunlight in trees
