Sunday Whirl # 147 – gather
Poets United – pantry
Category: Wabi Sabi Photography
Daylily Dream
Olive Trees
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olive trees
anointing the pilgrim’s path –
a shimmering light
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©2014 Wabi Sabi
Haiku My Heart Playing
Winter Question
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How is it possible that,
on a morning when the clouds,
curling back upon themselves,
and giving up only momentary corridors of bare sky,
on a morning when those maddeningly small tokens of blue
taunt and tease a rain-weary, fog-weary heart,
how, I ask again,
is it that the sighing wind,
bending toward the naked oak tree,
can carry a burst of bird song
through the myriad layers
of a morose winter morning,
piercing the frozen edges of a january nap
prodding and poking me out of my
january nest?
By what miracle does a Carolina wren,
the tiniest of wintering birds,
on the gloomiest of winter days,
sing in the only voice
the universe gave it,
an April voice,
conjuring up a stunning moment of spring,
and bestowing a blessing
on the rain besotted morning,
anointing my eyes and ears
with the chrism of its winter anthem,
just in time to save my dispirited soul
from the depths of winter silence?
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©2014 Wabi Sabi
Inspired by Alice Keys ‘ Morning Song ‘
For Sunday Whirl -#144
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – postcards from paradise
For Poets United – poetry pantry
Morning Light
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morning light
falling on the first snow
melting only darkness
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©2014 Wabi Sabi
For Carpe Diem – ‘first snowflakes’ Alexey Andreyev
A Bouquet
A Slow Dance
Carpe Diem – Dance with the trees
Haiku My Hopeful Heart
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It seems that what we long for most in this season of darkness and silence,
this season of dormancy and cold,
is a glimmer of hope.
We hunger for meaning in our lives,
for the warmth of another’s loving touch,
for something to believe in with open waiting hearts.
Sometimes that glimmer comes in the unexpected catch in the throat at the sight of a winter sunset
or in the look of joy on a child’s face,
in a half remembered dream that fills us with ecstasy,
or it comes when we take to heart the outrageous idea that we can find a way to love one another –
in spite of different cultures, languages, divergent philosophies and beliefs.
I created this haiga and sent it as a Christmas card to all my family and friends this year
I am posting it for all of you,
the friends I have come to know across the world
through your words, your poetry and your warm and wonderful comments on my writing.
In this season of anticipation,
may each and every one of you experience the peace
that can come with an open heart filled with hope.
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For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart
For Haiku Heights – gifts
For Poets United – Pantry
For Carpe Diem – celestial
Postcards From A Wintry Paradise
A howling wind has brought unseasonal frigid temperatures (28 F) to my doorstep, if only for a day or two. The sunset tonight warmed my heart with its fiery colors. In spite of telephone wires and buildings obstructing my view, I was reminded that every season has its glorious moments. There is nothing like a November sunset and I enjoyed this one from inside my warm house with a cup of tea! Tomorrow it will be 50F again.
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winter wind –
digging out the long-johns
in a hurry
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – Postcards from Paradise
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