quiet time

looking
spending a moment
I try to find a silence
beneath my skin, calm

It is a test sometimes to find that quiet
while all around is chaos
but it does not have to be physical silence
I find it in the light and shadows beneath the trees,
in clouds full and white, perfect as a painting
the horizon—deep, endless and still
even as it rushes forward
greeting me as a lover
with silent whispers
of longing

just notes

Just one today.
I find more balance
when I mix the physical world with the abstract.
Too much time spent on either place
leaves me feeling unfinished/incomplete/bereft
though I must constantly reign in
my wandering thoughts
as they travel dappled paths
into deep, ink filled valleys
up, to white, sharp peaks

expanding in

thin air


clear
gentle morning clouds
slowly waking up in blue
eyes clear with sunlight

1 hour

I walked out the door....and the words kept coming.
This takes a walk from start, to finish.

unattainable
with each step, closer
to the horizon of myself
life is the journey

(hang on, they get better)

warmth
filtered through the clouds
the sun finds my cool shadows
my heart radiates

sunny...again
desert in winter
nature holds no surprises
suspended animation

snagged
with notebook in hand
I take my thoughts for a walk
words caught on the fly

?
how many haiku
can surface in one walk
I am finding out

side-step
writing and walking
do not comfortably mix
dodging a cactus

breeze
pine, smelling like snow
removes me to a forest
no cactus in sight

game
blue skies and warm sun
bring out the smiling golfers
their fountain of youth

close
mountains grow with light
the shadows lock them to earth
I am close to home

invitation?
smells of a hot meal
far better than what I plan
uninvited guest

end
my key in the door
I end my walking haiku
I am warm with words

(Wow, I had no idea I wrote so many. And the walk was only an hour long. Believe me, I do not plan on doing this on a regular basis!)