In passing judgment
lies the fatal forgetting
that a saint, you ain’t
Sanctimonious haiku
haiku
Robins
First sign of spring? No.
Plump, merry, ever-present
birds of December
American Robin. Dendroica cerulea. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
Robins symbolize renewal. I see them, undeterred, in every yard, field, and pasture as December grows colder.
Anagram haiku
Believe haiku
Grandparenting joy:
imparting extra wonder
for the little ones
for when they grow up
they still need the fantastic
magic of childhood
For taking our granddaughter to a Polar Express Move Party,
even Grampa has agreed to wearing matching family shirts
Effective leadership haiku 2
A daily Band-Aid
cannot stop a hemorrhage
of blood nor spirit
Effective leadership haiku
Why such head-scratching
when sustainability
is an afterthought?
Autumn wings haiku
Familiar cheeping
at dusk, out on the front porch
-can it really be?
Opening the door
a fluttering of feathered wings
-the finches remain?
Should I be so blessed?
I shall need to buy some seed
for the frost has come.
House Finch with Goldfinch. beaucon. CC BY-NC 2.0.
House finches are regular nesters in my front door wreath from Eastertime through the summer; I have not been aware of their remaining so close by in the autumn months. They aren’t nesting now and as yet I haven’t ascertained where exactly they’re living, only that it’s somewhere near the porch. I see them fly when we pull up in the driveway, and when we open the front door. I can’t even get a good look at them; they’re being evasive.
Their presence lifts my spirit immeasurably: Take heart, be of good cheer, we are still here… the fluttering of wings was so near my face when I opened the door in the dark after hearing the familiar bird voice. It wasn’t alarming. Out in the yawning chasm of night flew the little bird, with my soul tethered to it by inexplicable hope.
Autumn morning haiku
Dark autumn morning
chill seeping, coffee steeping
outside, something cries
‘Into the darkness. Mornings are getting dark now, winter is on its way‘ Mr B’s Photography. CC BY 2.0.
Let there be light
The preacher man sat
open Bible in his hands
immersed in the Word
little dog took note
claiming some light for himself
as good creatures do
Dennis assisting the preacher
Tiny musician
Tiny musician
learning her art at age one
standing on tiptoes
Knowing how his little niece loves music, my musician son gave her a real keyboard for her first birthday
lit bits and pieces 