a flash of yellow
dangling in the morning light
before letting go
Category: haiku
2019.09.08: wisdom of the heart
our days are numbered
none of us know our number
open to each day
2019.09.07: crystal clear
in the predawn dark
the whole body conviction
a tufted titmouse
2019.09.06: aligned
shorter lengths of day
when conditions are right
dawn accompanies me
2019.09.04: storm-swept
scent of pine needles
ripped and scattered far from home
wings torn – fly no more
Longing For Water 