Saturday, September 28, 2019

haiku while walking

cold wind from the north,
a leaf skittering along
my sole companion

Thursday, September 12, 2019

haiku at dawn

this bruised-sky morning
brightening into painterly
streaks of rose and peach

Sometimes I think my haiku is a melding of how Nature affects my mood or vice versa.

I did not try to photograph the sunrise, because my phone camera never catches the real-time colors. I have to let my words capture some moments.