Haiku 2017/229

have I really seen
these things I walk past each day?
how strange it all is

Haiku 2017/228

pale fallen blossoms
already line the pathway
a bell tolls the time

Haiku 2017/227

an empty glass vase
perched on a bare tabletop
holding only light

Haiku 2017/226

the eyelids droop down
unattached thoughts wandering
the world vanishes

Haiku 2017/225

turning on the stage
how much does the actor see
beyond the bright lights

Haiku 2017/224

floating in the blue
we might be clouds or perhaps
reflections of clouds

Haiku 2017/223

gravel lines the path
small brown birds scratch restlessly
sheltered by tall weeds

Friday photo 2017/32

at the Swan Boats, the Boston Public Garden, June 2017

Haiku 2017/222

let the fog roll in,
let the evening breezes rise:
to hell with summer!

Haiku 2017/221

it is the morning
but the moon is still glowing
in a soft grey sky