A pink explosion
Sight of beauty and springtime
Cherry tree in bloom
Category: Nature – Poetry and Hiking
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Haiku – Mother Nature’s Snowflakes
Blowing in the breeze
A tree in full spring time bloom
White-out conditions
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Haiku – Raindrops on Roses
Spring storm waking up
In the deep parts of the night
Soft thunder rumbles
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Haiku – Buffett Dreaming
This Haiku was inspired by this post: Sherry Fundin.
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She has been a big supporter of mine. Thanks Sherry for all you’ve done for me.
Here’s the Haiku:
A boat on the water
Sails full, filled with warm salt air
Sea breeze in my face
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Haiku – Saturday, March 21st
Soft grayness lingers
Milky clouds, empty of rain
Threaten the sunshine
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How about a song to kick start the weekend?
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Haiku – Sprung
It is official
Spring is upon us today
Outside, cold and wet
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Spring has arrived, finally, but it is 40 and rainy here right now. Doesn’t really seem very Spring-like to me.
Heard this really great song this morning. Thought I would share it with you. Kind of helps with the cold weather.
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Haiku – Warm Rays and Coffee
Morning starts to stir
Nighttime bends, folds, and conforms
To a new sunrise
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Haiku – Hop and a Rock
The bright red rock skimmed
Across the blue lake it bounced
One, two, three, four times
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A tough prompt this week. I had to look up the definition of this word just to kind of find a subject for this Haiku. I’m still not sure it is a great Haiku, but it does stay true to the meaning of the word “skim.” That is the word prompt at this site this week: HAIKU HORIZONS. Good luck.
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Haiku – Hello, Morning
Strawberry-blue sky
Sunrise mixed, tangled, twisted
In clouds of bright white
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Haiku – Time for Buds
Bare naked tree limbs
Out-stretched arms reaching upwards
To the spring sunshine
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Haiku – Warmer Days
Take refuge winter
Find a good safe hiding spot
Spring is back again
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For more prompts like “refuge,” go here: https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/
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Haiku – Grounded Birds
A bunch of robins
Sitting and waiting on spring
In a field of grass
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I don’t know why, but a day or so ago I came upon this open grassy area and turned to look at it. I honestly think there were about twenty robins just sitting there for no reason. They were turned in all directions as if waiting for something – not sure I have seen anything like it before. I guess maybe they thought, “if we congregate and concentrate together, spring will get here soon.” I hope it works, fingers crossed.
A Poetry Journey 