haiku, photography, poetry
Woke to wind chimes’ song
Gentle motion of the air
Harbinger of fall
I love the sound of my wind chimes. Today, the pre-dawn morning air cool. Autumn approaches! September just days away, which I delight in. Though I need to trade my shorts and sandals for pants and sweaters, I find that fair.
wind chimes
early morning darkness
birds sing to my tea
Everyone else is asleep in my house. I’m very fond of these quiet moments. I hope all of you are safe and healthy.
southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance
Winter’s coldness speaks
I’m always moving forward
And the wind still blows
Wind’s movement graceful
The earlier fortitude
Now a gentle song
With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
As darkness descends
Violet mixes with the blue
Clouds racing the wind
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing
