The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Red bird in the rain
Migration has called you back
Harbinger of Spring
Red Bird 1
Red bird in the snow
Cold, late February day
What keeps you so warm?
Red bird in the snow
Cold, late February day
What keeps you so warm?
Sunlight cascading,
fading, into nighttime’s grasp
Evening sky bleeds
After publishing this earlier today I realized two things, the last line had six syllables in it (evening is three not two) and I also wasn’t a big fan of the way I closed the original – Evening sky turns red.
I went ahead and made the changes and then published it the way I think it should have gone out, originally. Us poets, so neurotic, we have to get it right.
Thank you for reading. You are now free to move about the blog.
Here is the original Part 6: http://awrenfro.com/2013/02/25/haiku-sky-fire-6/
Sunlight cascading,
fading, into nighttime’s grasp
Evening sky turns red
Sky Fire 1
Grey storm clouds parting
Turning the sky into fire
Day ends in a blaze
Sky Fire 2
Sunlight fading fast
Leaving embers in the sky
Day takes one last breath
Sky Fire 3
Rays of sun explode
As the day is closing down
The sky above burns
Sky Fire 4
White cotton ball clouds
Burning on a light blue sky
The world turns crimson
Sky Fire 5
A flame colored light
Races across the white clouds
Turning them blood red
Tiny, small rain drops
Tumbling, falling from the sky
Cascading shower
…
Trees drip with water
Rain shower washing them clean
Nourishment for Spring
…
Clouds of ashen grey
Hold hostage the sun above
Release date, unknown
…
White bark on the tree
Rain, a river racing down
Forming small puddles
…
Do you Haiku? If you do, maybe you could throw a few rain based Haiku my way. Just drop them in the comment section below.
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Stop the presses.
Here’s your chance to help me finish this Haiku.
Below you will find an A,B,C, or D multiple choice response. Feels like we are back in school. I know. Sorry about that.
Okay, here goes.
These answers are supposed to reflect the kind of re write person you are. Choose the one which says the most about yourself when you are rewriting something. Your answer will complete this Haiku.
A. I can make this great. (The optimistic writer – few and far between)
B. Why did I write that? (The troubled writer – probably a drinker or pot smoker, doing stuff when they are a little loopy)
C. Why doesn’t this work? (The angry writer – ready to fling a keyboard in a moments notice)
D. Dammit, damn, damn, damn! (This is the one I would have used. I’m there most of the time when something doesn’t work)
So this Haiku would have read like this if I would have used D.
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Dammit, damn, damn, damn!
Okay, choose wisely. I look forward to your answers.
Soft warm, yellow beams
Comfort puddle of sunlight
Cat’s utopia
The monitor speaks
Static sounds wake me from dreams
My son is stirring
Wee hours or so it seems
I shuffle, zombie like
Sleep escaping, like a blast
Nursery door creaks open
Night, fading fast
I move to the crib
Peer over its edge
I watch his movement
Just beyond the ledge
His eyes scan mine
We bridge a gap, father to son
He smiles up at me
The morning has begun
Part 1 to this series:
https://apoetryjourney.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/poem-morning-routine/
Coffee percolates
Freshly brewed smell in the air
Daddy’s shut up juice
Waves kiss the shoreline
Back and forth with their motion
Daily ocean dance
5 months old today
Son with an explorer’s mind,
and the happy feet
Crib gymnast sleeping
Cup of coffee to relax
Sunlight on my face

Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
Carolina Day 3
My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Motley colored fool
Running until my guts hurt
3 very tough miles
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Running mojo for the day:
Your body will argue that there is no justifiable reason to continue. Your only recourse is to call on your spirit, which fortunately functions independently of logic.
Tim Noakes, author of The Lore of Running
Find more at this location: http://www.runnersworld.com/
Crisp, overcast day
Windows open, a cool breeze
Haunting, like a ghost
I find grace with you
Peace, love, happiness, joy
Daily abundance
This has long be a favorite quote of mine. It gives me motivation when my runs get tough.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Last week I had some good responses doing this, so I thought I would try it again. Share, if you will, a poem or haiku based off of the word glory. It doesn’t have to be religious based. Whatever represents glory in your mind is all I am looking for. You can post it to your blog and include the link in the comments section or you can write it and leave it in the comments section. Your choice. Thanks again for reading, following, and participating.
Snow capped news this morning
Lives slowed to a crawl
Blizzard warnings, heavy white
Brutal winter snow fall