cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Moody Weather

Cloudy sky and rain
Spring showing her underside
Darkening spirits
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Wakeup Call

Fresh and gentle rain

Seeping into soil

Springtime reveille

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Spring Break

Little blue egg cracks

Baby bird seeks freedom’s way

Oh joy I am Sprung

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Haiku: Seasonal Progression

To celebrate Spring

Oak tree wears golden tassels

Squirrel awaits next act

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Haiku: Morning Music

Birdsong starts my day
Windchimes tinkle like silver
Tea kettle whistles
 
Spoon clicks sides of mug 
Stirs coffee, cream and sugar
Sighs of  contentment










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Strange New/Old Classic

After receiving expert guidance I think I’m here. But still nothing is familiar. I’ll try to decipher the symbols.

It has a mind of its own not compatible with my writing style. My muse is hiding.

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Foggy B(l)ogging

Searching for answers

Classic Editor my question

Still an enigma

Don’t know where to go

Much less how I can get there

Doubtful I’ll arrive

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Where Is Everything?

Nothing looks the same

An April Fool’s surprise

Word Press gone awry?

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