Posts tagged sky
Haiku-a-day
A blurred early morning view of a sidewalk by apartments with the setting moon against a dark blue sky.

Early on Sunday
out under the setting moon,
we’re changed and we’re changed.

Haiku-a-day
A September sunrise with puffy mackerel clouds against bright blue sky.

I’m wrongly forlorn,
the wonderland we’ve been in
has never been lost.

Haiku-a-day
Two orange striped clouds in the pre-dawn sky above a silhouetted treeline.

Up two hours ago,
I was here with Orion,
moon under the trees.

Haiku-a-day
A view of tall grass below a dramatic cloud against blue sky and a low sun in late summer.

August will give way,
everything at its peak
will start to fall down.

Haiku-a-day
A view of afternoon sun behind tall trees in late summer.

Hawks and kingfishers
make rounds above the river
while we change below.

Haiku-a-day
A view of tall pine trees against a pre-dawn sky with the tip of Ursa Minor still glowing.

Summer starts to fade,
the head of Ursa Minor
lifts its nose at dawn.

Haiku-a-day
An upward view of colorful buildings below a blue sky with dramatic clouds and sun in Parma, Italy.

River made of snow
flows into the warm city,
lit from within.

Haiku-a-day
Puffy clouds in the predawn sky with stars still showing above a tree just getting spring leaf buds.

Under dawn leaf buds,
there is no resolution —
the stars are still out.

Haiku-a-day
Puffy clouds in the predawn sky above a treeline after spring storms, blurred in a long exposure.

In this darkest time,
up before dawn, still thankful
for ecstatic skies.

Haiku-a-day
Puffy clouds in the predawn sky above a treeline after spring storms.

The sky has been scrubbed,
songbirds are back to singing —
worms on wet pavement.

Haiku-a-day
A bright pink and orange sky with wispy clouds and blue sky against a treeline of evergreens at dawn.

The day comes in pink,
orange glows behind the trees,
the sky, ecstatic.

Haiku-a-day
An orangey-pink sky over a silhouetted treeline.

The window turns pink —
dawn in late February,
rain coming all day.

Haiku-a-day
A thick sharp cloud connected to puffy clouds block out sun over tall trees with a patch of blue still showing on the right.

Day after solstice,
winter sky pulls over us,
cold clouds of all kinds.

Haiku-a-day
A pink and orange sky at dawn over a silhouetted treeline.

Jupiter was here
in this pink rising ether
under the full moon.

Haiku-a-day
A nearly full moon behind bare tree branches against a blue sky.

Branches hold the moon —
geese call and fill the whole sky
with sounds of leaving.

Haiku-a-day
Seven Canadian geese fly in a V against a bright blue sky.

Each one an arrow,
seven geese honk in a V —
a world of their own.