Haiku a Day
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Monday, January 21, 2019
January 21, 2019
Autumn flows through bare
winter, new life pushes up-
spring is drawing near.
Sunday, January 20, 2019
January 20, 2019
Super wolf blood moon,
lights up January sky-
winter drama starts.
January 18, 2019
Week whimpers to end,
grey clouds close in, choking light-
light rain rat-a-tats.
January 17, 2019
Blueberry bush buds,
pink branches lend colour to
winter garden- life.
January 16, 2019
Primula glistens
with winter rain- paradise
colour before spring.
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
January 15, 2019
Spring basket gives me
hope winter draws to a close-
one bloom at a time.
Monday, January 14, 2019
January 14, 2019
Sunset colours call
to mind a summer's eve- but
crisp air caresses.
Sunday, January 13, 2019
January 13, 2019
Mount Baker beckons,
late sun glows appealingly-
come and dream with me.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
January 12, 2019
Sunset comes too fast,
sudden injection of hue-
then off to bed soon.
Friday, January 11, 2019
January 11, 2019
Fresh fallen snow shines
in pale winter's light- distant
beacon to weekend.
January 9, 2018
Early sunset comes,
adding colour to soft clouds-
dreamy dusk dozes.
January 8, 2019
Cold blue dusk sends us
for cover, ready for a
long night's sleep- night falls.
Monday, January 07, 2019
January 3, 2019
Submerge me tonight,
cold shower after dinner-
then retire early.
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
January 2, 2019
Meditate on you,
focus on your centre while
I breathe- mindfulness.
Monday, December 31, 2018
December 31, 2018
As old year closes,
new amaryllis opens-
new life in new year.
December 30, 2018
Observe closely and
you'll see nature's miracles-
gifts waiting for us.
Saturday, December 29, 2018
December 29, 2018
Kind husband spoils me,
sleep-in and French toast brunch- love
weekend's slower pace.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
December 27, 2018
Amaryllis bud
slowly unfurls- a new year
ushers in new blooms.
December 26, 2018
Perfect time of year
to curl up by the fire- dream
of summer flowers.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
December 25, 2018
Sweet spices fill air,
annual gingerbread baked-
it feels like Christmas.
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