My streams of thought meet here
I often get inspired to write a haiku for the Troutswirl weekly feature, What’s at Hand, but I seldom get my verse ready and sent off by Saturday afternoon. So I’ll just share my ideas here.
beach party over
empty bottles settle
into the sand
beer cans
in the cave – signs of
intelligent life
Don’t you just hate garbage left lying around?
We were in the city having lunch at a BK by a main thoroughfare. These haiku distilled from my window observations:
verses
scribbled on a napkin
finer dining
bearing gifts
from afar
UPS
snail on the move
with all his chattels
U-Haul
Texas watermelon
rounded up
and driven north
restored Model T
repainted — Henry Ford
would turn purple*
*Henry Ford, when asked about making cars in colors, apparently replied, “I’ll make any color, as long as it’s black.”
precious white rain
every flake a kiss
a promise
I don’t know if this is a haiku or not, but it’s definitely a celebration. A nice bunch of snow flurries came down yesterday and continued off and on all evening and into the night. The sun is up so they won’t stay long, but they will do a good work in the short time they are here.
I’m also thankful to be alive and well this morning. Yesterday as I tootled along Circle Drive in Saskatoon a semi coming up the ramp from the right skipped the YIELD sign and pulled right into my path. Thankfully the left lane was clear and I could quickly pull over. If there’d been traffic in that lane, and this on the bridge of the #11 Hwy overpass… It only takes two seconds to change your life completely!
“How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! Isaiah 52:7
another goodbye note
thunder but no rain
drama on the beach
seagulls playing
cops and robbers
empty old house
its door ajar now
boys’ brave brags
