Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

yes, rain
mud deeper than bike wheels
fields without me

You are an amazing writer. I never cease to be amazed at how you come up with a new and unique ku for all your mornings.

John

cold rain sinking
into basho hills at twilight
season of change(s)

morning take-over
way before its time
body clock lag

the highway hums with water
under wheels determined to get to work
I'm relieved I won't be carrying the mail

december rain
roads black with it
old man behind window

thought after thought
down a highway
time to 'let go'

of all the moments
this is the one
until the next

the power of now
unconquerable
feel the healing sunshine

hear the music
in the humming tires
ambient background for haiku

sip the vanilla coffee
fair trade living wages
makes it tastes so much better

sit
allow the world to speak
in silence

under blankets
night's secret coda
stolen from morning

the wood stove warms
more than my body
my soul simmers like a blessing

electronic voice
digital reality
it will be a girl

ever to see
the sea in all its majesty
an octopuses eyes

below freezing
tonight the mice will come inside
can we coexist