cocky red cardinal

cocky red cardinal
crimson king of the fence post:
backyard royalty

at the hospital

at the hospital
tears polish the wellworn floors
place of birth and death

Beneath the stone bridge

Beneath the stone bridge
muddied water comes to rest
sheltered from the storm

June, don't slip away

June, don't slip away
let me linger one more night
in summersweet arms

lightning bugs blinking

lightning bugs blinking
evening wrought in morse code
an ancient riddle

a hole in the tree

a hole in the tree
branches. Sunlight, lemon squeezed
drips through, sweet&bright

hee-yah!

Well, the self-imposed one-year deadline of this blog is finally here. Deadlines, rules, structure I've come to realize are good things for creativity. Yes, good things. Just like haiku, with its 5-7-5 golden rule, boundaries in art present a sort of framework or foundation for creativity that enable us to capture a bit of fleeting, unwieldy beauty and tame it somewhat like a wild mustang. The trick is to let it buck lively as hell to the edge of the corral and enjoy the crazy ride while it lasts. So, this was fun but I'm letting the poor haiku horse go now so I can ring another. I'll leave it then with this:

brash, unbound beauty
ever coy with the artist
captured in haiku

hee-yah!

Andy