wren in the thorn hedge remember where your home is everywhere always

under the cherry tree rain tapping softly on new leaves #haiku

a Carolina wren parting the veil of the day

and back in Ohio the butterweed blooms for miles and miles

The Smokies living up to their name.

Making friends in the Great Smoky Mountains. (Another one got into our car yesterday after we were silly enough to not lock the doors!)

setting off for the Smoky Mountains I picture mist and purple giants though rain's in the forecast

Object of #affection– Goodnight kiss from sun to sky Smolders long past dark (My 📸) #vss365 #haiku

The worlds edges slowly soften as the night’s perfume rises scented with cedar and evening mists. Twilight gathers herself, wrapping the skys shoulders in her second best shawl filled with stars.

tea party she serves dandelions just so

Our daughter's graduating today with her master's degree in mental health counseling, and I'm so proud I could burst. This is who she's always been: a helper.

sun already high in the lilacs a blackbird sings #haiku

i'm on page 329— beyond the window his face in the rain #haiku

a glimpse of a glimpse— spring dew #haiku #nature

Two #longnecks admiring a #longerneck for today's #BirdoftheDay.

empty pool~ i sit a while on the warm concrete #haiku

always being home cuckoo in the greening deep calling and calling

come out, come out whispers at the open door lupines are in bloom #dailyhaikuprompt lupines

That smell of her face powder still permeates the drawer of the old vanity with its foxed mirror. When I open it, she appears, Our Lady of the Hyacinths, in her pale lilac cloak suffused with perfume, 1of2

I'm a little drunk on lilac today and a little in love with being alive

the quiet restorative of sun on the skin

spring like a mellow song in the ear

sitting by the lake the knot in my neck not a knot anymore

vole at the field edge flickers on the kestrel’s eye do you see it too?

the last affirmation of song from the birds as the sun extends its frame to the earth

sunshine tapping on my windowsill tap-tap-tap goes my heart in reply

someday your child will surprise you and you'll see the fully formed person where a child used to be

an ant carrying the dead— one breath apart #haiku #haikusaturday

three red lanterns two in the sunshine morning morning oyoguhito #haiku haikueye.blogspot.com

the first rain in days and the green outside is so green and blithe that the eyes can't hold it; a poem tries

wildness came calling and shook me from sleep voices singing moonsongs dancing footfalls running creekside with rushing water their cries of Spring pulled me from deep slumber and for a moment I rose to sing a wilding chorus and rejoice at the sound

early lilacs— grief caught without its coat #haiku #poetry

morning forest~ dappled fern shadows on the path #haiku

the silent white sky untangling how God speaks in gaps between leaves

white-throated sparrows are wistful dreamers while cardinals stick to one juicy fact

every time I step outside in spring I breathe and fall in love

I’m so fucking embarrassed to be from the United States with this insane freak in charge.

doomsday clock an entire planet going cuckoo #Scifi #senryu

Just called mine, too. @5calls.org will pull up the phone numbers for you & give you a script if you need it. I got a live human at my Dem Rep's office & left voicemails for my two GOP Senators. Trump has done enough damage already. Congress has the power to end this nightmare. #IMPEACHandREMOVE

Just called mine. You should, too!

Impeach. Drag him out by his ankles. Toss him to the far side of the moon, where he can never darken our days again.

on the far side of the moon: our old awe

full circle my father’s hand in mine #vss365 #SenryuSunday #senryu

trusting the soil seedlings listen to the dark calling each by name #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku

light sown like seeds across the morning sky falling onto fertile fields freshening scent of thawing and warming earth the fallow fields awaken

On this Good Friday, a lone singer of early morning moonsongs sang me awake. Their warbling tune soon joined by a chorus hidden in lush bamboo then by the sound of the kettle and a small dog tip toeing across the kitchen floor. So much in a morning So much in a song

Sagan was a poet as well as a scientist. His voice is like an echo of some alternate future I wish we inhabited.

Today's #BirdOfTheDay theme is #LargeBirdsInFlight, so I’m going with the great blue heron, to no one’s very great surprise.

subway tunnel— the city in its throat #haiku #poetry

spring cleaning— an old shoebox of unsent letters #senryu #haikuchallenge #haiku