contrails and foxtails
a wispy wave
to the morning

~

It’s the last day of February, 2019, and the ending to my practice of writing at least one haiku per day for National Haiku Writers Month–always February. I missed only a couple of days including yesterday. The practice of writing a daily haiku is more of an exercise in taking a closer look at moments that often get ignored or diluted in busy-ness. It’s also a great practice in articulating and editing just enough to give these moments breath and respect. For all of this and more–I am grateful.

~

beginnings and endings
false starts and fine finishes
always in the editing

 

 

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The Wind As Muse

purpling wind
Picasso’s cubism
starts to make sense

~

purpling wind
head to the east
nose to the west

~

purpling wind on a whim I channel my inner Picasso

 

Dora. By Pablo Picasso