The sun sinks lower
In the late afternoon sky
Chased down by the moon
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Daily Haiku – Sun. March 10, 2019
Tag: Sun
Daily Haiku – Tue. October 16, 2018
Moon pushes the sun
Into the new day coming
Their cycle begins
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Dry as a Bone
Dry as a Bone
Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit
Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow
The stream had dried up
Nothing left to drink
Wandering aimlessly
He had to think
Planetary conditions harsh
His skin burning
Heat games in his mind
became more disturbing
His hide was drying out
Hydration a faraway dream
Weakness in his legs
Now beyond extreme
He fell to the ground
Wishing the dizziness to stop
As he drew his last breath
He felt the first raindrop
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In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Bone
Daily Haiku – Thu. October 11, 2018
The sun is now low
Sitting on the horizon
The moon rising high
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Daily Haiku – Fri. October 5, 2018
Blue sky dappled white
Sun a high and golden ball
Silhouetted birds
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Therapy
Therapy
Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture
Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing
With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur
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Reborn
Reborn
The fog gave way
to the morning sun
as it struggled to shine
on the cliffs of might
The wind thrashing
the sea grasses
Blowing away remnants
of the night
Walking slowly away
from the memories of you
Inhaling deep a freshness
of purity
What’s done is done
Your voice no more living in my ears
A cleansing freedom
surpassed in its finality
Passing the chewing sheep
oblivious to their own destiny
Seeing the wild blackberries
and fuchsia along the hedgerow
growing amongst ancient stone
Defining the verdant land of centuries
I am confident on my path
More than I could ever know
Absconding with my dignity
allowing nature to touch my senses
Cleansed by the falling rain
Abstaining from thoughts you neuter
without guilt or shame
I am reborn and whole once more
Breathing in my new found liberty
as I walk towards a new future
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Daily Haiku – Saturday, September 15, 2018
The sun peeks through cracks
In your broken wounded soul
So you recover
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Daily Haiku – Monday, September 3, 2018
Life in its balance
The sun meets the sky at night
Still waters run deep
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Daily Haiku – Thursday, August 30, 2018
Sea shells drying out
Bleached by the rays of the sun
The jewels of the sea
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