Ancients defined love
Eros philos agape
Two hearts beat three words
Rain falls all morning
On my walk in the old woods,
Renewing, refreshing.
Take my hand and speak.
I will listen
And feel your thought.
As the day heats up
Soft rain runs down the rock face
Riding to the sea.
My first little garden
This morning shocked and amazed:
Bright orange squash blossom.
Ancients defined love
Eros philos agape
Two hearts beat three words
Rain falls all morning
On my walk in the old woods,
Renewing, refreshing.
Take my hand and speak.
I will listen
And feel your thought.
As the day heats up
Soft rain runs down the rock face
Riding to the sea.
My first little garden
This morning shocked and amazed:
Bright orange squash blossom.
The daylilies bloom
Soft and cool its velvet skin-
Trumpets of summer.
Summer bugs abound
My moral dilemma-
To swat or not?
The first daylily
Is headless in the morning-
Brown doe licks her lips.
An apple tree stands
In the vast valley ahead-
Grow, grow juicy fruits.
Blue eyes open wide
Looking into her green eyes
Always feeling close.
Freckles everywhere
Young version of your father
Growing up too fast.
Night breezes whisper
Mother moon's watchful eyes guiding
Playing with trees.
Hot thunder crackling
Cool rain pecks the tin rooftop
Powerful, peaceful.
My summer haiku
Not unlike a summer gnat
Is stuck in my throat.
Very fragrant
White gardenia flowers
Buzzing bees fly.
Dance the night away
At the Nissan Pavilion
The Dave Matthews Band.
The soft rain is warm
Black kittens play in the hay
My spirit flies high.
When daffodils bloom
Sun earth and rain bring increase.
Soon the weeding.
A subtle feeling
Often startlingly fresh
From the Japanese.
Late day on the porch
Summer breeze-borne message blows.
My spirit builds and falls.
Rain falls all morning.
Gary can't go out and play-
The lonely golf course.
The buzzing is close.
Held cool in my floating chair
I ignore the bug.
Seeds, plants then harvest
The Volunteer Farm welcomes
People working. More eat.
The night train coming-
A distant whistle wailing,
Then close, then fading.
You introduced me
To mountains. They changed me, their
Silence full of life.
We stand quiet too long,
I must whisper to my friend--
Cars honk their support.
Hairs drag across strings,
Eyes close to embrace the joy--
Music heard again.
Hard rain in a rush,
Thunder, surrender and hush:
Green light turns the heart.
I walk in the woods,
I play in sand and water;
I am a golfer.
Sitting in blue church
Admiring shrubs, grass, trees, flowers:
Thanks to the grounds crew.
Tinka's hydrangeas,
Blooms heavy with rain-
Drooping.
Ancients defined love
Eros philos agape
Two hearts beat three words
Rain falls all morning
On my walk in the old woods,
Renewing, refreshing.
Take my hand and speak.
I will listen
And feel your thought.
As the day heats up
Soft rain runs down the rock face
Riding to the sea.
My first little garden
This morning shocked and amazed:
Bright orange squash blossom.
The daylilies bloom
Soft and cool its velvet skin-
Trumpets of summer.
Summer bugs abound
My moral dilemma-
To swat or not?
The first daylily
Is headless in the morning-
Brown doe licks her lips.
An apple tree stands
In the vast valley ahead-
Grow, grow juicy fruits.
Blue eyes open wide
Looking into her green eyes
Always feeling close.
Freckles everywhere
Young version of your father
Growing up too fast.
Night breezes whisper
Mother moon's watchful eyes guiding
Playing with trees.
Hot thunder crackling
Cool rain pecks the tin rooftop
Powerful, peaceful.
My summer haiku
Not unlike a summer gnat
Is stuck in my throat.
Very fragrant
White gardenia flowers
Buzzing bees fly.
Dance the night away
At the Nissan Pavilion
The Dave Matthews Band.
The soft rain is warm
Black kittens play in the hay
My spirit flies high.
When daffodils bloom
Sun earth and rain bring increase.
Soon the weeding.
A subtle feeling
Often startlingly fresh
From the Japanese.
Late day on the porch
Summer breeze-borne message blows.
My spirit builds and falls.
Rain falls all morning.
Gary can't go out and play-
The lonely golf course.
The buzzing is close.
Held cool in my floating chair
I ignore the bug.
Seeds, plants then harvest
The Volunteer Farm welcomes
People working. More eat.
The night train coming-
A distant whistle wailing,
Then close, then fading.
You introduced me
To mountains. They changed me, their
Silence full of life.
We stand quiet too long,
I must whisper to my friend--
Cars honk their support.
Hairs drag across strings,
Eyes close to embrace the joy--
Music heard again.
Hard rain in a rush,
Thunder, surrender and hush:
Green light turns the heart.
I walk in the woods,
I play in sand and water;
I am a golfer.
Sitting in blue church
Admiring shrubs, grass, trees, flowers:
Thanks to the grounds crew.
Tinka's hydrangeas,
Blooms heavy with rain-
Drooping.
The daylilies bloom
Soft and cool its velvet skin-
Trumpets of summer.
Summer bugs abound
My moral dilemma-
To swat or not?
The first daylily
Is headless in the morning-
Brown doe licks her lips.
An apple tree stands
In the vast valley ahead-
Grow, grow juicy fruits.
Blue eyes open wide
Looking into her green eyes
Always feeling close.
Freckles everywhere
Young version of your father
Growing up too fast.
Night breezes whisper
Mother moon's watchful eyes guiding
Playing with trees.
Hot thunder crackling
Cool rain pecks the tin rooftop
Powerful, peaceful.
My summer haiku
Not unlike a summer gnat
Is stuck in my throat.
Very fragrant
White gardenia flowers
Buzzing bees fly.
Dance the night away
At the Nissan Pavilion
The Dave Matthews Band.
The soft rain is warm
Black kittens play in the hay
My spirit flies high.
When daffodils bloom
Sun earth and rain bring increase.
Soon the weeding.
A subtle feeling
Often startlingly fresh
From the Japanese.
Late day on the porch
Summer breeze-borne message blows.
My spirit builds and falls.
Rain falls all morning.
Gary can't go out and play-
The lonely golf course.
The buzzing is close.
Held cool in my floating chair
I ignore the bug.
Seeds, plants then harvest
The Volunteer Farm welcomes
People working. More eat.
The night train coming-
A distant whistle wailing,
Then close, then fading.
You introduced me
To mountains. They changed me, their
Silence full of life.
We stand quiet too long,
I must whisper to my friend--
Cars honk their support.
Hairs drag across strings,
Eyes close to embrace the joy--
Music heard again.
Hard rain in a rush,
Thunder, surrender and hush:
Green light turns the heart.
I walk in the woods,
I play in sand and water;
I am a golfer.
Sitting in blue church
Admiring shrubs, grass, trees, flowers:
Thanks to the grounds crew.
Tinka's hydrangeas,
Blooms heavy with rain-
Drooping.