robins hunting worms
spring thieves feed hungry babies
robbing my garden
Tag Archives: poetry
#18
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson
Wow
Filed under poetry
#16
just two months ago
Japan was whole, now shattered
healing, rebuilding
picture from http://www.theatlantic.com
#12
It is an absolutely perfect Spring day! It is making me think of a haiku on simplicity I recently read in the book, “Haiku Mind” by Patricia Donegan. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do – 🙂
this spring in my hut
there is nothing
there is everything
Sodo Yamaguchi
Savage Haiku 