leadership

a skein of geese pass
overhead
an imperfect ‘v’
against the blue
sky

I watch them rise
and fall
with the air currents
one lone flyer
seems to lead the way

the others following
always some straggler
honking
from behind

or could that one who
falls behind
be, in fact, the
leader

honking “you can do it”

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Just Jot It January 15th  –  leadership

Inky Stars

vast spent stars of darkest ink
I think
are hiding in the deep of night
they might
have given up their glow
just flow
above us here below
keeping wishes we have made
upon them till they’d fade
I think they might just flow

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De is tending bar at the pub and has challenged us to try our hand at an Ovillejo

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M(Ohm)tivation

roll out of bed when the alarm
sounds – well, hit the snooze
once

wash face, brush teeth
maybe comb hair –
unless I hit the snooze
twice

pull on comfy clothes
grab my mat and keys
clean my glasses –
unless I hit the snooze
three times

downward dog
warrior I & II
tree pose – mine is
blowing in the wind
triangle

sun salutations
shavasana –
ahhhhhhh

my motivation
very large chia tea latte
after class

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Just Jot It January 14th  –  motivation

night sacrifice

I gaze up at night
to see the moon gazing
back at me
its muted light barely
cuts the darkness
it does not get the acclaim
the daytime sun garners
we do not lay under its
glow – soaking up rays
instead we sleep while
it keeps guard

it is unique in the sky

does it get lonely
I gaze up at night
and ask the man I see
if it is worth the sacrifice

Just Jot It January 13th  –  sacrifice

Imaginary Garden  –  The Tuesday Platform

skull

Oh, this marvelous skull
it covers the best and
worst of me – holds
emotions I share and
those I keep secret
This boney vessel
keeps every moment
I’ve ever experienced
It sends messages to
the rest of me
messages I never hear
And some where
hidden safely inside
this rounded bit of
skeleton I find my muse

Just Jot It January 12th  –  skull

cold spring

image

Photo : copyright Kanzensakura ( used with permission)

We have an old apple tree in our yard. There used to be three but over the years weather and disease got the best of the other two. Some years this old tree blooms abundantly and we have a harvest of misshapen but delicious apples at the end of summer. Birds nest in its branches and deer feast on the fallen fruit. Our granddaughter loves to play in the twisted branches. Every spring, as those lovely delicate white flowers begin to appear, we wonder if this will be the year we get a late freeze and will our old friend survive to delight us another season.
~
tender blossoms
with coats of winter white
spring snow

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  -#895  Harusamu (cold spring)