Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Winter's Palette


Sunset on Bull Shoals Lake in Theodosia, Missouri


When winter arrives

Colors escape to the sky

And leave the earth bare




They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs;

You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

Psalm 65:8




Linking with Skywatch Friday



Monday, February 24, 2014

Irresistible




In the chill of late February, on our patch of Ozark land, 

the only things that appear to be blooming are a few delicate snowdrops.




Saturday's sunshine pried open the petals.

Was it the fragrance, wafting on the breeze, that woke the slumbering honeybees?




Hovering honeybees
find a snowdrop's siren song
irresistible.



How many are your works, O Lord!
In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.

All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time.
When you give it to them, they gather it up;
when you open you hand,
they are satisfied with good things.

Psalm 104:24, 27, 28




Linking with Weekly Top Shot
and Our World Tuesday


Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Babe in the Woods




























This tiny Carolina Wren has been visiting our deck recently. 

The little thing is barely out of diapers, 

its stubby tail scarcely protruding from its backside, 

but it can already fend for itself, 

gathering sunflower seeds that the goldfinches spill in their hurry.




Carolina wren

with a voice like a diva

and springs in its feet




Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday


  

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Fabric of the Morning









Little chickadee

Singing in vibrant color

                Dressed in black and white





Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday.




Textures are Kim Klassen's Providence,
 and Leslie Nichole's Smokehouse,
along with a sheet of handmade paper.







Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Moonlight Haiku

    
                                                               

                             In the bright moonlight

                    oak trees cast such sharp shadows

                             they almost trip me.






Saturday, May 1, 2010

The Dragonfly Waits









The dragonfly waits

lingering on the yucca

bound by its wet wings.