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 |  An attempt at Haiku's each day beginning 2013 |
| This is a well-intentioned beginning to what I hope will be a haiku a day, or thereabouts. |
Day in and day out the sun shines relentlessly is it spring already? |
wide eyed large pupils take in more than scenery colors seem brighter. |
A lone lupine grows among some orange poppies a productive walk |
shades of green abound but none called green with envy though many shout SPRING |
Fog burns away soon leaving brilliant greens behind with bluebirds squawking. |
Fog fingers glide into valleys of lush green It's time to wake up. Night silence broken Screaming wails of a siren bad news for someone |
Six days until spring someone should tell the fruit trees instead robins nest. |
The clouds are on strike the lavender blossoms aren't sunburn imminent |
Pink blossoms reach up not confused by time changes spring is very near. |
snow-capped mountains gleam blinding white against deep blue fast forward we go. |
Raindrops pelting down scattered snowflakes twirl around the buds are confused. |
Back into the grey from vivid blues and bright greens my nightmare is real. |
Our ship will shudder With each blow from the ocean A prizefighter is she Unsteady legs walk Railings are clutched with life grips Waiting for calm seas |
| Smooth sailing today Gentle rolling makes me sleep Salt air feeds the soul Smooth sailing day one Appetite fueled by salt air Sleep lulled by rolling Suite five twenty three No music on the iPod Otherwise perfect Peekaboo skies mean Sunshine may break through thin clouds Bringing warmer temps Aquamarine foam Containing bits and pieces Unlucky protein White railing divides The salt of the sea from me Living the high life Knives sharper than tongues Chefs doing battle with food Words become tasty. |
Waiting for rainbows Seems like a waste of my time But you never know. |
Another meal had Anther songstress sings Tiring of the blues |
Gentle salty breeze Sweeps across my outstretched form Slow awakening Rooster hair sticks up Alerting me to a day How will I manage? Too many rich foods Too many rich pocketbooks Unsettling things. Seeing where I've been Reminds me I will return Leaving behind time. Horizon line circles Encapsulating all things We move through with ease On second passing A tooth of acknowledgement A Brit shuffles by. Flip-flops hit the deck But not for exercising Buffet line again Day eight aboard ship Fluffy clouds and a lone bird Marking our passage Second key issued Grown tired of me is she Distances double |
waving lavendar dogs sleeping and unaware we'll return in March |
January ends but winter won't give up it is time to leave |
Palms waving goodbye where tropical breezes blow palms beckon hello |
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