cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Perspective

Morning sun’s first rays
Slanting westward golden beams
Brightening the day

Evening finds sun gleaming
Eastward on the other hand
Brilliant curtain fall

My window looks south
Sitting sideways to the sun
Arching daily route

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Haiku: Domestic Arrangements

Iron patio chairs
May lounge lazy in sunshine
Still work must be done

Mulch-filled wheelbarrow
Orange colored old veteran
Readied for service

Alas weather changed.
Backup wheelbarrow rolled out
And placed up-side-down

Like sugar bowl lid
Covering earthy compost
It keeps off the rain

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Haiku: Islands in the Sun

Iron patio chairs
Stalwart remnants of Summer
Take on a new life

Retrieved from storage
Optimistic sun-seekers
Awaiting the Spring

Random arrangement
Solitary testament
To power of hope

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Haiku: Medium as Message

Window pane raindrops
Exclamation points slant-wise
Forecast the weather

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Haiku: Morning After

Silence. I hear it
After wind’s fury calming
Beginning new day

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Haiku: Perspective

Raindrops on window
Appear strung on dark tree limb
Like diamond necklace

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Haiku: Tomorrow

Pink horizon peace
Pale half-moon lights graying sky
I await new day

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Haiku: Illumination

Early morning moon
Shining lantern in the sky
Foretells sunny day

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Haiku: The Morning News

Dull gold and pewter
Sun and mounds of clouds reflect
Present hope downcast

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Alchemy

Imagine dawn sky dressed in pink-ribboned clouds
Trees green-leaved in summer
Changing colors for autumn
Sobered by stillness of bare-branched winter
Chilling cold and deep silence.

Imagine a mother of sons and grandchildren
Heart filled with wonder, love, joy
And trepidation
World is near changing
Beyond recognition.

Imagine aging a worthy challenge
Rich adventures and exploring
Forge wisdom a gift
Hard-won and enduring
Unknown roads lie ahead

But for today the sun is shining
Golden hours to seize and embrace.
Shadows, too, can be lovely
I’ll plumb them tomorrow.
Translating my life into poems.

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