On Wednesday I added some clouds to one of my seascape paintings, as the original clear blue sky looked so blank. Yesterday I ordered a set of fan brushes, all the better to cloud my future skies and fern-leaf my foliage.
Which leads me to this senryu:
with my fan brush I scuffle in some clouds promise of rain
Again on Wednesday, while on a walk, I watched the fluffy clouds drift over and wished they’d dump some rain on us. Yesterday’s cloud brought us about fifteen minutes of snow flurries, just enough to whiten the ground and briefly settle the dust. We desperately need a good soaking rain.
stop white clouds! honor us with some drops dust swirls along the road
soft morning rain pattering in the trees answered prayers
I have an anthology of haiku on my bedside table for when I need something relaxing to help me fall asleep. Often, though, some snatch of phrase inspires me and I grab my pencil. So here are a couple of my written-by-lamplight verses:
boys on bikes chugging up a hill ironman dreams
beach towels scattered along the sand islands in the sun
his work boots sport flowers on the step soft slipper days