Tag: Haiku
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Drizzly Day Discoveries
Drizzly day disappointment is real. It’s a sort of malaise. Perhaps not for all of us, but definitely for some of us. And yet an inclement day needn’t always disappoint. Far from it, in fact. So — as much to convince myself as to convince you, patient reader — I’ll share a glimpse of two memorable…
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Poppy Poems
Poppy poems! At last I’m bundling a batch of verse celebrating my favorite blooms. Poppies. Papaveraceae. Coquelicots… Most of these poppy poems started out as Instagram posts inspired, at least in part, by daily snapshots of poppies blooming in Rosslyn’s gardens. For this reason I’ll include links at the end of the poem if you’re…
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Coeur de Boeuf Haiku
Coeur de Boeuf, Cuore di Bue, Ox Heart, Oxheart,… A bevy of bovine bywords for a bountiful, flavorful, and 100% practical heirloom tomato variety that we’ve been cultivating in Rosslyn’s vegetable gardens for over a decade. And since it’s seed sourcing season again — time to reflect on last summer’s vegetable garden and plan what…
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Midwinter Mending
Sometimes it seems words can get in the way of our will and our wants. Often even. Sometimes words blur or over-focus or misrepresent… But they’re what we’ve got. And so it is that my morning words today, “Midwinter Mending”, endeavor to broadcast my will and want without blurring or over-focusing or misrepresenting. Allow, if…
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Backcountry Barns
My mind’s been wandering to watercolor painting during recent bicycle rides. Wondering about watercoloring as a way of seeing and becoming acquainted and interpreting. Watercolor as a way of knowing. A way of storytelling. I’m hoping to make time this fall for a fresh foray into watercolor painting. It’s been a while. A long while!…
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Wavy Window Glass
I find something whimsical and intriguing about looking through o-o-old windows. Antique panes of glass. Wavy window glass that subtly distorts and dream-ifies the view. Another more Apollonian observer might consider this riffled reality discomfiting, unsettling. But wonder wells within me when grandfatherly glass slumps and swirls. It’s like a watercolor. An impressionist painting. A mirage. It…
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Hazy Days Haiku
I’d planned on getting the drone up in the air for some aerial photography of the waterfront and deck areas (where we’re planning some maintenance projects). As luck would have it the morning was misty. No, more like pea soup. So I waited. And waited. It burned off a little, but finally I realized it…
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Mulberry Meditation
There is much to admire in a mulberry tree.The handsome habit and height. The luxurious leaves. The shady canopy.The concentrated blackberry-esque burst of inky sweetness. While you may have a fuzzy notion about mulberry wine,…
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First Peaches
It’s but a month and a day after Independence Day and we’re eating our first peaches of the season. Eureka! So memorable a moment each summer when I savor the first bites of the first peaches of the season that I’ve begun to wonder if we might need to create a floating holiday. It’s hard…
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Walking Stick Haiku I
A couple of weeks ago I shared another walking stick photograph on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter with this accompanying haiku. A walking stick and miniature companion gossip in the shade. My walking stick haiku makes more sense if you actually look closely at the photograph. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDogBYJpIs8/ Can you discern the walking stick’s miniature companion? Is…
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Rainbow Resonance
Perhaps a purist will scoff, a musicologist for example, when I hitch a rainbow (a double rainbow) to resonance. But I’ll claim poetic license long enough to sneak past the physics police or whoever else patrols these matters. Rainbow resonance isn’t just a pleasantly alliterative title for this post. It’s an observation. Rainbows — witnessed…