Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Wintry winds whistling Indian Summer's last stance Bowing gracefully #haikusaturday)
A vain impression
of my imagination;
Real or not, I see.
Sonoran Desert Nature’s pollen connector Saguaro Cactus Leptos fly at night, guided by scented highways. Time their migration. Flower-powered bats following the nectar trail, hunt by smell and sight. Mutual survival Eco-system sustainers Man, land, and the Bat.
For me, a Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.
Some are still a work in progress.
The Haiku is a seventeen syllable verse, image or moment. or of a timed momment Grasped by the reader, meaning captured by the heart, flows with emotions. filled with emotions.
Kindness ripples when interjected precisely and rips through meanness.
Summer soybean fields Winter conifer forests Fall, hide from hunters.
Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Indian Summer Harvest-in, farmer's delight- Sweet whispers of thanks.
Romantic at heart Curious, Cautious, Clever Nature's lake builders Habitat framers Charming artisan As busy as a- beaver (WIP)
Rudbeckia titters Stretching roots in fertile earth. Butterfly frolics More butterlies play-
Hidden Object The only reason I've never been snake-bitten; I pound when I walk. The object I seek is blatantly obvious. but it's not a snake.
A trim crimson comb Proud strut, surefooted, perched high. First to greet the day. Calls the world to wake. Rises with the morning sun. Cock-a-doddle-do
Life Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Past and present one. Death, where is your sting? Dominions lost victory. His love set us free. Prayer is your weapon. Like the soil loves the tree and gives life to the tree so does prayer nourish your soul. Prayer cradles life whether answered here or there (heaven).
Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Death, where is your sting? Past and present one. Dominions lost victory. His love sets us free. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees. 2 Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.