Friday The 13th Butterfly

Butterfly, sunning
Slowly fluttering its wings
Basking and shining

A Haiku For The Determined

Whether you have tripped
Or someone has pushed you down
Just keep getting up

Momentary Butterfly

A flicker of light
Flutters across my window
White against the green

My Musical Friend

Carolina wren
Sitting in a holly tree
Serenading me

Fresh Ideas

The same old thoughts swirl
Stagnant in the mind's whirlpool
Time for something new

Spiral Galaxy Two Step

Stars and planets swirl
'Round a void in the center
In a cosmic dance

No Room For Me

Amid green she sleeps

Overwhelmed with Summer days

And dreams not of me

Valentine Cameron Prinsep (1838–1904), Dolce Far Niente (Sweet Repose) (1885), 

Cyber Illusion

Billions stare at screens
Falling deeper and deeper
Into the tech void

It's Just The Universe Playing With Form

One moment brings pain
The next brings unbridled joy
So flows the cosmos

Determination

The dandelion
Can grow in the concrete's cracks
I must be this strong

The Weaver

To stretch she pauses
From creating her artwork
Thus becoming art

John William Waterhouse - " "I'm Half Sick Of Shadows" Said The Lady Of Shalott"

Only On Easter

Praying and egg hunts
Resurrections and rabbits
Sure I guess why not

At Last

The sun's rays reach me
Warming skin cold from winter
And time spent waiting

Bruce Lee's Choice

Two branches hold snow
One bends, the other one snaps
Which branch will you be?

Whirling Whispers

Wind seems to carry
Messages from those who've passed
What are they saying?

I Caught Spring In The Act

Glanced out my window
Startled by first hints of green
That snuck up on me

Too Soon For Crickets

Window is open
After the sun has gone down
I only hear cars

Waiting, Rolling

Patient deer stand
Hoping to eat more apples
As silver clouds roll

Odor I Adore

The smell of fresh air
To a cooped up Winter nose
Feels like waking up

Overwhelmed

Fleeting thoughts rush in
Twirling up in a whirlwind
Anxiety's mark

Pengineer

A pen once broken
Is replaced by a new one
From the pen maker

The Patient Inventor

An engineer's mind
A workshop of wires and gears
Imagines new worlds

Fragile Existence

Sometimes life seems frail
Like a Fall leaf fluttering
Barely on the branch

Neuropathy's Toll

Warm tears fall from eyes
Witnessing loved ones crumble
Along with my heart

Bastard And Commander

Ranting on and on
Commanding power and rank
Though no one knows why

For Anna

Her garden still blooms
With a rainbow of colors
Though she is absent

The Biggest Picture

Hummingbird wings flap
A star goes supernova
Cosmos plays with form

The Uninspired Artist

Brushes in their cups
Silent instruments on stands
Works left unfinished

I long To See The Bright Finch

Pigeons hunt for seed
Underneath a cloud-streaked sky
And bare finch feeders

Haven Of Shadow

Darkness is a friend
To those who need to recharge
And prepare for light

Inspiration Is A Tease

Blank slate, no ideas
Marble slab hides a sculpture
Art plays hide and seek

Prisoner Of Longing

This romantic heart
Is inside a twisted cage
Hidden from the world

Not Quite Warm Enough

Wind chimes in the yard
Harmonious in their song
Invite me outside

Paradise In The Commonplace

Happiness is found
In the most mundane places
And the simplest acts

Cage Or Paradise?

This place, my prison
I've also called a haven
Is really just home

Early Spring Brightness

March sun on my face
Streaming in the bay window
Hints at warmth to come

The Most Important Question Of All

A new day has come
Bringing opportunities
How will you spend it?

Deer, Beard

Four deer in a yard
Await apple slices thrown
By a bearded man

The Poet's Void

This meaningless space
A smothering quietude
Where words go to die

Painless Now

I don't hurt right now
This moment is a blessing
I will savor it