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pre-dawn blue
haiku
before dawn can break
sapphire sky these chill mornings
intense blue of joy
silvered sunshine
haiku
silvered sunshine viewed
through glistening jeweled raindrops
a treasured morning
winter 25-26
haiku
chill but not cold here
while southern states see winter
in its white glory
gray at four
haiku
gray fog dense at four
dissolving by six lends hope
of bright-hued sunrise
Missouri sky in Oregon
Missouri sky in Oregon
today the blue-purple-gray clouds
actually drop rain, as their appearance
had hinted to a Midwesterner
that they might
missing the stars
haiku
missing the stars bright
in velvet black clear night sky
so many man-made lights
struggle for dawn
haiku
orange gold vied hours
to emerge among purple
clouds to bring sunrise
perception - not reality
haiku
fog splatters sunrise
droplets of tinted water
man perceives as sky
september dawn
haiku
glorious progression
pale blush to fiery auburn
streak intense blue clouds
delicate beyond hand made
carefully gouging to enlarge the hole
in the underside of the starfish corpse
one finds that what had made
the rattling noise as the starfish
was shaken are parts of the eating mechanism
of the living organism
teeth? jaw bits? but exquisite
in themselves: angels? doves?
so intricate, delicate, with tiny feathers
or gills that could not be made by
hands—only by Nature
minutes to look at clouds
seven minutes between frantics
to lie on my couch looking at the clouds
in layered blue-gray, even tinges
of purple-green, some butting
some seeming settled into immovability
but moments of giving myself
permission to breathe in my new home
and know how deeply blessed i am