clouds splash on my feet
I have started the practice of writing a haiku or a haiku style poem every single day. This practice is a break from the noise and brings me focus. The breadcrumbs of consciousness and present-moment awareness are more easily found when I take a moment to write. The winter rose on my walk, the reflection of light in the puddles, and the sound of my daughter’s violin drifting down the stairs all stay in the front of my mind when I know I will write.
I plan to publish some of these moments on medium every 19 days. Why 19? Well, I love math and 19 x 19 is 361, which is the largest square number to fit into 365. Enjoy!
sky sits on the ground
contained within the puddles
clouds splash on my feet
a beautiful Run
crows in puddles and in trees
watch me; smile at me
rain in the winter
closest to the sun today
hide aphelion
in my cup, coffee
smell, taste of being awake
today, good morning!
wake up to a hug
pink Clouds wrap around my eyes
good morning Glory
winter sun gives hints
like a love note in the morn
I glow in the warmth
hoya of Nana
generations green and full
blooming in my sill
a foggy morning
faint branches in a white sea
like old memories
fog again today
the same and yet different
fractal winter days
wind gusts bending trees
hummingbird stands firm and still
strength in this small life
teaching math all day
sine, cosine, tangents and more
it is my function
swimming in a sea
droplets, the bubbles in air
fog rolls in like tide
pentagonal life
perfect, beautiful flowers
beauty does abound
the silver lining
orchid blooming for a year
beauty in my home
my townsend warbler
yellow streaks in my backyard
a glow in winter
like a fluffy whip
but chaotic and angry
the squirrel tail scolds
this path is flooded
with a moment — reflection
to then turn around
the base of thirteen
would be an interesting
thought our units
why isn’t solstice
the year’s end or beginning
are we not of space?
