Flirtations

Should I haiku

my way to you

light bends

The apple falls

flowers attract butterflies

bees circle around

Mothers wonder

children run to sounds of  a waterfall

does enthusiasm measure distances

The kite laughs with the wind

free and unafraid

a boy watches

Inquisitive, often in motion

a bird moves from from to branch

to opening spaces

I decide to be better

procrastination flirts

catches my curiosity

The splendor of order

my thoughts and a nightingale singing

a pebble and thunder

The swan’s wings sweep the air

clouds coalesce like a quilt

the pond and I mirror the scene

The swan, lovely and silent

unruffled by wakes of passing boats

somewhere, a monk in contemplation.

Unafraid, swelling with confidence, she prays 

the snow falls on top of trees

first week of December

My strength begins

paddles breaks the water

the ducks glide

The bell’s sounds of angelus

a moment of remembrance

farmers stand silent on the field

With darkening sky

poetic storm enters her vision

sharp and exhausting

Bowls and fields catch raindrops

seasons of need

umbrellas cover workers’ heads

note: The photos were taken during my walk to the river. Books I am reading. Our Book Club decided to read Moby Dick.

Walking again

I feel good again. I resume walking today. A beautiful day.

The photos of today are from my mobile phone during my walk .

Relief

Big relief that the election was over. And we had rain two days ago.

My Wednesday

My Monday and Tuesday Walk

The sky is blue. The air quality is good. The white egret is back and stays with the fishermen.

The flowers are blooming. I have my shadow selfie.

The walk is invigorating. It beats the pandemic isolation.

Colors of My Tuesday

echo

Two of a kind maybe, 

hummingbird and forsythia

contentment and envy

twins one minute apart

one is humming, the other whistling

shouting in anger, reciting a praise

eating noodles with fork, the other with chopsticks

I will go, you stay

riding a kayak, each one paddling

I look at you, you are smilimg

coffee or tea

Gosh, I forget, you remember

I thought you have the key, in my other pants

I say goodbye, you say goodbye

Wednesday musings

I felt content like a girl who danced on the first day of summer.

Walking to the river when the day’s temperature is 85 I saw 3 butterflies flying, the white heron resting on a rock on the river bank with only one fisherman braving the heat.

I walked with frequent stops under shades provided by trees. A cool breeze made my walk enjoyable without soaking in sweats.

I finished my 2-mile loop without suffering from heat exhaustion. Shortly after I arrived home Mrs. Abstract arrived from her aquatic exercises from her friend’s pool.  We fulfilled our daily routine.

Note: Mrs. Abstract had a zoom-meeting with the walker’s group from the Women Guild this afternoon. I had my zoom-meeting with the NV Writers this evening. This coming Saturday I will have a virtual discussion in my Book Club. She will have a zoom-meeting of her college friends  (6 of them) on Sunday. They meet virtually every two Sundays since the Cobid. They have a yearly reunion.

Color of my Friday

Mrs. Abstract and I came down from the mountain and returned home yesterday. The traffic was light although there was about half hour slow down because of road repair work.

Afterwards the trip was smooth, all downhill and fast.

Today I walked to the river.

 

 

 

Happy Independence Day

I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.

The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.

Happy Independence Day.