I am watching the dawn break slowly across the wide expanse of the sky. Navy blue is turning to slate now, with small streaks of light pink and gold. The black silhouette of three barren trees sit against the morning sky. They look especially gnarled, almost ghoulish, against the early dawn.
Tag: hope
haiku: winter hope
Icicles glimmer with fleeting desperation, dreading the sun’s rays. Glittering snow glow juxtaposition-sun and snow-sting naked eyes. Gray winter day pours steel into my soul as I forge snow-laden path.
Anchored
I, like thousands of Americans, am deeply grieved about the university tragedy yesterday. I am angry. The blood shed of innocent life is unconscionable.
To Hope
No explanation for this poem, just watching the Mediterranean Sea and the wind and pondering…
haiku: soaring
Last week we had a meeting in the Anatole Hilton. My soul feasted on the view from the 29th floor. The sky, clouds, buildings, maze of highways, and landscape took my breath away. Perspective makes all the difference. Everything looked completely different and new from that vantage point. The view mesmerized me. But it was the birds that…
haiku: The Future
Tomorrow is what I cannot see, its image is dark in the day.
‘They Trembled and Stood at a Distance’
It is growing. It is out of control. The California fire rages. As the title of this post suggests, “trembling and standing at a distance,” is a natural way to react to raging fire. I can’t imagine what it would be like to evacuate my home, fill my car with a few things, and later see my world go up in flames via…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 