I watch leaves blowing
Birds darting from branch to branch
Summer breezes blow
Lilac bushes bloom
Along the old garden fence
Purple smells like this
Easel and canvas
Lots of colours to choose from
This my happy place
Sailing on the lake
The morning breeze is quite brisk
And then the sunrise
Barefoot in the sand
Happy screams and much splashing
A day at the beach
Listen to the rain
Dripping off my window pane
Drip – Drop – Drip – Drop – Drip
Do you hear that bird?
Listen to the robins song
Spring is here at last
Lace bras and panties
Hanging in the shop window
Lingerie on sale!
Peeking through the snow
Crocus, tulips, daffodils
Flowers will soon bloom
Haiku poems inspired by winter.
snow falling at night
a hush covers the city
enchanting my walk
waking up to white
the first snowfall of winter
magic overnight
bright spots in the dark
twinkle, twinkle little lights
winter starry sky
humming Christmas songs
as I walk on ice and snow
sliding! falling! ouch!
A couple days before the Thanksgiving holiday, I was working on writing a haiku poem. Maybe it is the time of year, but I kept coming back to words like Thankful and Grateful.
I feel thankful to have had a better year. I am thankful that I am able to go outside and see friends. I am grateful that my friends and family are all doing well.
I realized that I am hopeful… for many things… but mostly for possibilities that each new day brings. I am so blessed to have my four-year old niece in my life on a daily basis. She teaches me to be patient, kind and live in the moment. I am hopeful for her future.
I will try to remember to be kind to all those I meet. A simple act of kindness may change someone’s day in a positive way.
One must not forget the importance of love and remember to be open to the possibilities and blessings that love brings.
I had many ideas of how words work together to invoke the feelings of Thanksgiving. Below is the haiku poem inspired by my thoughts.
Words of Thanksgiving
Hopeful, Blessed, Loving and Kind,
Thankful and Gratitude.
skill of hand writing
the pen glides over the page
lost art from the past?
Indian summer
a glorious time of year
blessed with warm fall days
meteor shower
shooting stars through crisp fall air
natures fireworks
the apple orchard
bursting with fresh fruit to pick
its time to harvest
the old harvest moon
hangs in the inky black sky
lighting up the night
every shade of blue
not a cloud in the big sky
it feels like summer
heat is stifling
ice tea, sunglasses, cool pool
help take the edge off
asleep in the sun
red as a boiled lobster
yep, that’s gonna hurt
standing by the gate
waiting for your arrival
summer light fading
scent, colour, sound, touch
my mother’s flower garden
feast for the senses
outline of mountains
across the perfect clear sky
oh! to be outside
Cats Out of the Box 