‘As Certain as the Dawn’

This is the break of sun over the Mt. of Olives. I stood on our veranda and watched the sun light up the sky this morning. What is it about morning? I’m definitely a morning person, so those early hours may seem surreal to me; but I can never get over their freshness and sense…

haiku: funeral dance

blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge

haiku: foundations

hand-hewn cobblestones old-world traditions remain today’s foundations

haiku: funeral

rubied leaf shivers in the autumn breeze, dressed up for a funeral

haiku: green blood

skeleton of life brittle shred once pumped green blood into maple sap

Autumn’s Arrival

Autumn arrives at early morning, but spring at the close of winter day. –Elizabeth Browning Autumn arrived some weeks ago in Texas. But it was not much to see. It was something to feel. And yes just like the quote, it came at early morning–the brisk air, the slant of light, the spark of change…

haiku: autumn harvest

orange and gold shimmer fields, vines, and trees spilling fruit autumn harvest glows

haiku: scarlet leaf

  a scarlet leaf stains my parched lips and quenches what is thirsty in me