Haiku My Heart – Grateful

The pilgrims who are trudging through winter at the moment, are nearing the end of that particular journey.  They are weary and tend to forget to be grateful for the silver mornings of late February and early March. The sun, slowly wending its way back to the North, shines silver through the bare gray branches of the deciduous trees.  What is left of the snow sparkles as it slowly melts.  Even the gray sparrows, beginning their annual dance of procreation, dart in and out of the trees, seemingly capturing pieces of the sunlight, with which they build their nests.

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bitter cold morning
and yet….
the blackbird sings!

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For Carpe Diem – grateful acceptance

For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart

  Just when I am too full of winter, just when the thermometer drops again to 10 degrees F, and I am on the verge of forgetting to be thankful for what IS, along comes a singer in the woods to remind me to say  – Thank you, God.  Click HERE to see  the haiga I created yesterday after I heard the red-winged blackbird’s lovely song on my morning walk.

There!

Looking For Red-Wings ©2014 WS
Looking For Red-Wings ©2014 WS

Mother Earth tosses out hints of the coming change in season, if we pay attention.

First Sign of Spring  – Click here to learn about this harbinger of spring in my part of the world.  I heard ( and briefly spotted) two male red-wings today on my morning walk. They declined a photo-op but their song is unmistakable! Glory be!

Click here to listen to the Red Winged Blackbird’s song.

Carpe Diem -Mother Earth

Haiku My Heart – Singing

A poem-maker lives with silence, happily straining to hear what the trees whisper to the raindrops. It is winter and the rain is welcome.  It arrives with warmer temperatures and  the scent of the ocean.

After Christmas, she receives a gift – three gifts, really.  A daughter arrives with her husband and new baby  for an extended visit while their new place is made ready.

Silence departs to make room for the guests.  The poem-maker puts aside the pen and listens to the new sounds.

The baby gurgles, squeals, giggles and trills along all day, even singing himself to sleep.  She hears her daughter sing – and everyone joins in the song…. and the laughter.  Soon, she can even hear her own heart singing.  And it sounds like the gentle patter of winter rain on the roof.

©2014 WS
©2014 WS

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a mother’s voice –
the sound of winter rain
a whispered lullaby

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For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart

For Carpe Diem – heart sutra