along the horizon
a dust cloud rises and swoops
a strange bird of prey
Hopefully this is the return of regular postings at Carpe Diem. Playing catch up since I was not aware Kristjaan was posting again.
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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1857: a meditation.
stormy weather
with the dawn a fallen oak
cry of a new grandchild
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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Weekend Meditation #100: waves of love
sleepless night
dark shadows mock the moon
shivering with cold
suddenly warm arms reach out
waves of love enfolding me
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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1856: Restarting?
smoldering rubble
all the crazies
spread conspiracies
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Celebrates Its 9th Anniversary: #1853 Sparkling Dew (Tan Renga)
morning sun
the twinkle of stars
still in the dew
© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
morning sun
the twinkle of stars
still in the dew © Jane Reichhold
my grandson pours the contents
from one leaf to another. © Dolores Fegan
changing weather
burnished fields of gold
reflect autumn sky
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morning dew
goldfinch echo autumn’s joy
exploring garden
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whirr of locust
intensity matching afternoon heat
sip of cool water
Carpe Diem #1846 Trying to restart again
wet spring
discarding drown plants
setting new seedlings
replacing flowers
by the cold wet stone
spring hatchlings chirp
tears dried, visits lessen
conversation growing thin
Carpe Diem #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime
at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille ummer through my hair
at the seashore
last embers of sunset
dance on the water
wind of summer through my hair
mixture of lotion and brine
engulf the shore
the shortest night
blazing stars give way
to fiery sunrise
Carpe Diem #1844 Returning Back To Normal (I Hope)
cautious journey
meeting newest grandson
ten months late
summertime journey
obscure paths explored
still social distancing
early frost
garden flowers decked out
glistening crystals
Halloween treat
blue moon shining
on ghosts and ghoulies
wind in the trees
shadows dance wildly
under a blue moon
Blue Hunter’s Moon
chill of winter preys
on our hearts
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