Spring Flowers’ Haiku
Tag: Photography
Solitude
Solitude Solitude, Oh, may I ever Rue The day I choose To leave You But don’t worry In my own time I will decide To rejoin My own kind In their world Above That land of man’s Lights & sounds But for now I’ll be here With only You On this quieter ground
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Flower Haiku
Only true remorse
Causes the flower of God’s grace
to bloom more fully!
Last Blooms of Summer
KODAK Digital Still Camera
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KODAK Digital Still Camera
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I could not resist. Our greenway system goes by a large river. The wildflowers this year have been beautiful. I took a few photos because I’m sure they won’t last much longer. I noticed the first few red berries on one of the bushes which don’t usually come out until this time of year, late summer or early fall.
I love the old sycamore trees with their white bark. You can really see them good in winter when they lose their leaves. Even though the sky was overcast, the river always has good displays of reflections whether it’s plants or the colors of the sky. I hope you have very blessed day!
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Morning’s Mercies
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Morning’s Mercies
Fresh, morning’s mercies
Recreated new world
Still trembling in moistures
Of crystal dew-drops
These shining pearls
Festoon green-leafed spots
Of glory
Ancient trees, boulders
At edge of water’s shoulders
Could tell many a story
If we take the time to listen
Upon the banks of an earthy liquor
sparkling in bright glistens
Of past times caught, moving
within its wettest web
It’s moving cascades end
Where the calm lake’s surface begins
Kissed by angel’s lips
Granting serenity, peace
To all willing beneath
Its surface their mind to dip
To contemplate and connect
With our Creator’s grace-full face
Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace,
Your demure beauty
always knows its place
along a roadside or in
a green grass-tufted field
if I pinched a slender stalk
would I hear you squeal?
You, very proper and so prim
I think I would never hear
From the pinchings of one stem
A solitary sound to clear
those silent, snowy lips
Regal, austere,
Elegant long limbs
Waving through the breeze
White-crested heads
Do acquiesce to bend
Your rarest esteem
Of this fair day
Sun clears all clouds away
Azure blue above
You below in your
gentle exquisiteness
I will never cease to love!!
