Sunlight on the sand
Trees casting dark black shadows
Overhang the beach
Tag: nature
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Haiku – Gimme Shelter
Sunlight on the sand
Trees casting dark black shadows
Overhang the beach
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Haiku – Peaceful
Tranquil grey water
Easy waves lapping the shore
Gentle like a breath
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Haiku – Ducks in a Row
Breeze off the water
Cool air across the lake shore
Son watching wildlife
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Haiku – Super Soaker
Pink flowers in bloom
A rain cooled fresh spring morning
Sunshine on the rise
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Haiku – Hope and Promise
Splashed across nature
Kaleidoscope of color
Spring time’s grand re-birth
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Haiku – Not Again! 2
A cold bitter wind
Spring’s soothing calm warmth delayed
Winter’s harsh return
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The first one: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-35S
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Haiku – Not Again!
Cold air approaching
In the distance, blue-grey skies
A winter storm soon
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Cold icy thick glaze
Nature’s frozen white frosting
Diamond like twinkle
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Poem – New Life
The morning cold breaks
Pierced by the warm sun rays
A world outside that’s so alive
Waiting on the summer haze
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Magical fantastical spring
A harbinger of healing hope
Destroying winter’s frozen embrace
Natures way to cope
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I wrote this a few mornings ago as I sat with my son while he ate his breakfast. I was sipping on coffee, enjoying the beautiful morning just glad to have a warm day in front of me. Now, today, I see it is ever so gently snowing. It isn’t much snow, barely can see it, but it is there. I think I called it snow drizzle because it is so faint. 34 degrees fahrenheit right now. Two days ago it was almost seventy degrees fahrenheit. Just crazy weather this year. Anybody else done with winter and wish it would just go far away?
By the way, Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
Wearing of the green
On St Patrick’s Day it is customary to wear shamrocks and/or green clothing or accessories (the “wearing of the green”).
St Patrick is said to have used the shamrock, a three-leaved plant, to explain the Holy Trinity to the pagan Irish.[13][14] This story first appears in writing in 1726, though it may be older. In pagan Ireland, three was a significant number and the Irish had many triple deities.[15] The triple spiral symbol appears at many ancient megalithic sites in Ireland.
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Haiku – Birds
Chirping in the spring
Sweet symphony of warm days
Happily they sing
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The Blue Jay (Cyanocitta cristata) is a passerine bird in the family Corvidae, native to North America. It is resident through most of eastern and central United States and southern Canada, although western populations may be migratory. It breeds in both deciduous and coniferous forests, and is common near and in residential areas. It is predominately blue with a white chest and underparts, and a blue crest. It has a black, U-shaped collar around its neck and a black border behind the crest. Sexes are similar in size and plumage, and plumage does not vary throughout the year. Four subspecies of the Blue Jay are recognized.
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Haiku – Windy
Rushing through the trees
Breaking, splitting, ripping down
All within its path
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Poem – Spring Rising 6
A season crawls out of the black
Awakened from its cold slumber
Kissed by the warmth of the sun
Birds sing praises as it returns
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The rest can be found here: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-33E
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Haiku – Spring Rising 5
Birds singing, ringing
Trees full with oncoming spring
The Earth starts to thaw
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The rest in this series: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-RE
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Haiku – Blue
Sunny skies breaking
Shaking loose the chain of clouds
A warm day returns
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Poem – Morning Fog
Tendrils of misty white
Cold grey thickness
Land densely covered
Hidden in the soggy gloom
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Haiku – Sky Fire 9
Red, blue, light-gray sky
Sunset burning into night
Daylight takes a break
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The rest can be found here: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-2Zh
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Haiku – Sunrise Glances
Kiss me with dew drops
The morning said to the night
Then leave me to shine
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Haiku – Arctic Sunset
Thick frozen shadows
Blackness of night descending
Light in death’s embrace
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Haiku – Rivulet
A small tiny stream
Splashing over tiny rocks
Dreams of bigger things
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Haiku – Winter’s Soul
A bare naked day
Trees stripped of their summer pride
Bright green in decay
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Haiku – Shaken and Stirred
Winter winds rattle
Bang and clang the window pane
A cold frosty night
A Poetry Journey 
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