Haiku: Overnight Aria

Image: zhnee, Pixabay (original photo altered)

Singing at 2 a.m…who does that? The mockingbird, of course. I suspect we have a healthy population of them here, based on the nests I’ve come across over the years and the sheer numbers of them I’ve seen at the feeders. Clever creatures, they are. And, when the stillness of night (or the predawn wee hours) reigns, they’re loud.

While I appreciate the mockingbird’s enthusiasm, I do wish it would stick to singing during daylight hours..! 😄

Haiku: You, Everywhere

Just because someone dies, their presence doesn’t simply disappear – sometimes, loved ones may visit in dreams or appear in daydreams. I often “see” one particular soul, missed dearly, in manifestations of nature…I think of her daily, though she has not been here now for years. And I will think of her until I am no longer here.

Life is a dichotomy of joy and sorrow, each (unfortunately) seemingly in fairly equal measure, and not subject to our will. I will not avoid sorrow because doing so means I also avoid joy. I’ll hold fast to the joy and hope the sorrow simply crashes over me like waves at the shore: they may batter me, but I’ll get back up, shake the sand out of my suit, and be glad that I had the chance to swim in the glorious sea.

Haiku: My Frozen Valentine (Snow Series #6)

Nature never fails to amaze, despite how much we take her for granted. In the midst of a spell of frigid weather that’s left surfaces coated in thick ice (making walking treacherous, at best), and among the myriad prints that have been left in the snow by our boots and various animal visitors, I happened upon this, this very morning. Does she know it’s Valentine’s Day? I choose to believe it’s not a coincidence, that she left something remarkable as a reminder that Nature needs – and deserves – our care and protection, too.

Haiku: Under Cover Of Darkness (Snow Series #3)

Wild rabbits had clearly been out and about after dusk last night, leaving their traces around the main chicken coop, around the barn, and through the pastures. Their prints are distinctive and, if you didn’t know what creature had left them, they might leave you puzzled. This time of year, I don’t see them during daylight hours, so it’s good to know they’re still around!

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Haiku: The Serenity Of Snow (Snow Series #2)

It snowed again overnight. With the snow comes the quiet: muffled sounds, fewer vehicles on the road. The pure notes of birdsong pierce the silence as myriad birds perch on snowy branches and survey the altered landscape. It’s an unusually peaceful morning, and one I am enjoying immensely as it recharges my spirit. May your day be filled with the soothing sights and sounds of nature, too.