NaPoWriMo – Day Seventeen (hold that thought)

Yes Seventeen… you know what that means? DING DING DING it’s Haiku Day!

We’ll be fine. Mostly.
Yes mid-April snow is fine.
I’m sure we’ll be fine.

Tax day came and went
without much pressure this year
Uh, what is today?

Been eating healthy.
Stocked up on beans and cabbage.
Craving a burger.

My shelves are well-stocked
I have emergency lights
Could you please call me?

Social Distancing
is a must these days for all
Hey, six feet back, bub!

Who is that masked man?
This is not a comic book,
just the grocery store.

Stay at home April
time to write many haiku
and eat some bonbons.

The cats look askance
You fed us, now go to work
please and thank you mom.

Some day we will laugh
at parts of this pandemic
but not all of it.

NaPoWriMo – Day Seventeen (hold that thought)

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Seventeen

And a very happy Haiku Day!

Cool April Morning
wrapped her warm arms around me
and bade me listen.

The park: a bluebird,
romantically inclined cranes,
and three mergansers.

the impossible
yellow-green of spring’s bursting
red maple blossoms.

The first photo is a landscape seen this morning. The second was an overhead view, seen while out painting this evening.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Seventeen

Day Twenty-five, NaPoWriMo

In the rain the ground
parts to let the still greenness
flow upward and out.
In the rain the greens
resolve to face April’s chill
leaving the warm mould.
In the rain the world
takes a big breath of soft spring
and relaxing, exhales.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-three

Thirty-three degrees
Night rain glass beads on car door
Late April morning

Still dew illuminated
Fog flowing soft over hill
weighted by stillness

top step creaks with frost
Morning, chill fog expanding
gold floods the hillside.

hidden birds waiting
quiet hillside wrapped in fog
trees golden with sun

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-two

standing in a park
cold breeze mutes the noisy crowd
wishing the earth well
focussed on intent, sending
hope for the future
something we all must work for
must come with action.

Short poem today – a couple days of short nights of sleeping and an early morning tomorrow. Plenty of fresh air today too – out with others at the March for Science in Albany NY.

a bridal party
happens on demonstration
crowd becomes backdrop

Haiku Day – Round Three

daffodils in spring:
they stand strong in the cool nights
and embrace warm days

the birds don’t question
their annual migration –
mysterious path

Tonight stars at last
mythology old or new
power coursing down

Haiku Day – Round Two

@realDonaldTrump •
we have to hold YOU to Truth •
not the media.
#RESIST #IMPEACH #Haikuday #NaPoWriMo #haiku

@realDonaldTrump
your lies are so thick and sad
they rate a haiku

@realdonaldtrump:
a kind universe has made
you five syllables.

NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Haiku Day

Happy International Haiku Day!

Determined flying
Beaks slice frothy morning clouds
Springward northward bound

Faceted glinting
Restless metamorphosis
Springs up, vanishes. 

Out of night’s quiet
And still, sleepy murmuring 
The first bird’s clear note. 

NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen

Nature forgiven
in an april afternoon
look – the daffodils!

The wind plays with them,
the daffodils brought today
in April’s madness.

Warm yellows cool greens
generations of leaf brown
today, daffodils.

NaPoWriMo, Day Six

Guess what? It’s raining!

Impression of rain,
falling? Seen through window, a
cold April morning

The window lit grey,
mocking the white of snowfall
needs a second look

Puddles rippling,
rain silent as a ninja
stiking invisible

the air bears no drops
but viewed against darkest pines
a mere shimmering

how then to know rain?
step out, look up, close your eyes —
nature washes down.