With the ebb and flow,
caught up by the undertow,
in the tide of life.
Haiku
Rejoice…
Rejoice at times
when we help, heal another,
Nepal, train wrecks,… Reach out!
Mourn…
Mourn the ways of man!
That we produce not beauty and art,
but only words and war.
Agh…
I hate it when
the perfect haiku slips off
while still unwritten.
Trouting
Relaxing day fishing,
shot to hell while driving home,
in rush-hour traffic.
Trouting
Posting about trout, seems,
when stalking with flies, obscene.
Gone fishing, anyway!
(Ok, cheap excuse for not posting but packing a few days on holiday with activities I don’t usually make time for is lots of fun – and productive in other ways too – is the objective this week. Not that I won’t be posting but it’ll be a little more sporadic.)
No trout were hurt in the research for this post.
Buddha
Buddha awaits enlightenment,
sits serenely, waiting, waiting…
Ah, mountain breeze!
Mistress…
Siren of the sea,
Bewitching mistress
Ever she calls to me,
Edge…
Slipping in, between,
the edge of earth and sky’s evening
setting sunlight beams.
Calling…
Perched I identify,
calling to her, kear, kear, kear!
Redtail hawk mating.
Haiku Journey 