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After the rain, not just after, but that way after when the rain is almost forgotten, the drops that fall from the edges of roofs and trees, they fall at a different rhythm. It's not that beating rhythm while it's raining, or that constant rhythm when the rain has finally stopped, but that rhythm of anticipation and intentionality. It's that rhythm that rewards the person who is aware with the next drop when that next drop falls. Oh, but it falls extra plump and the sound is its own sound.

So life seems to have gone it's way for some of you, it's okay, go to your own rhythm. For some, life seems so un-normal, go your own rhythm. For some of us, not knowing but still going about our way is its own drumbeat we now march to and smile.

When you become aware, it's about the anticipation that makes it a delightful rhythm!

dolups of rain drip
from an earlier storm ....plopping;
warm winter spring rains

http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/02/rain-dropping.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #spring #warmth #rain #raindrops #patience #rhythm
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Especially up here in the mountains, there can be those days, especially recently, when the air is unbreathable because it's just so cold, leaving one to just gasp. It takes a mental awareness to breathe in slowly and remember to start breathing again.

Sometimes in life, we are hit with that stunning moment, that jarring time, when it's as if a thousand needles are attacking and our breath is chocked out and all we can do is stop breathing in shock. Maybe it's when you were robbed, you found out a parent died, or the truest love said they can never speak to you again and then said goodbye? For some of us, we cry, others, we get fiercely angry when really we should just look for our breath and stay with that. We just need to remember to breathe.

Breathe.

in the winter wind
is a thousand sharp needles:
ice chokes deep the air


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/01/piercing-cold.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #lovers #death #breathe #shock #terror #anger #cry #cold

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Imagine, if you will, a child taking mud to a window and squishing it thoroughly into the pane and then smearing it as if it were this child's job to paint that window; so it was with what the new warmth did to the wet as it smeared it back and forth.

Sometimes, there's no need to draw conclusions and just observe.

Just observe...


after severe cold,
wet is smeared through ridge and sky
Winter's El Niño


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/01/warming-back-up.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #fog #wet #mountains #smear #mud #observe
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Cut into the endless Arizona sky are the broken edges of the mountain. It should rain more in the desert because of how easily these edges could slice a cloud.

The mountains are noticeable, but unlike the rounded long feminine spines of the Appalachian mountains—more specifically the Catskills— these mountains aren't on top of the viewer. Instead, these desert mountains sit back like a leathered cowboy that hides the stories he knows with a shy, hard exterior, but with eyes that could cut through steel.

And what of us? We all have our brokenness, sharp edges, and our distances; but do make it beautiful?

jagged mountain lines
broken like peanut brittle,
desert winter browns

http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/12/desert-mountain-lines.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #desert #mountain #dust #cowboys #southwest
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It's as if Summer was that one true love, that one that found her way to the depths of our heart like no other. Most Decembers we are wanting the warmth of the Summer as an escapee to the cold reality.

But this year, Summer remains. It's not the warmth she once was, but it's like that one love, gone but still she's that one whom we daily wake wondering how she is because she never really left. It's as if, like the warmth, she is still present to us and can't leave either, despite cutting all ties, we've both moved on, yet only the hearts remain.

Yes, Summer's gone ...but she's not.

warmed winter sun rays
splitting the docile white clouds
Summer's scent remains


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/12/lingering-warmth.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #fall #winter #warm #summer #truelove 
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So fitting for the warmth of late fall was the bold and popping of the cardinal's red feathers. There amongst the dulled browns and grays, the regal red moved freely.

So often we have the chance to be that mood, that positive voice, that warmth when all is falling to struggle and despair around us. Unbound and about our ways, each of us can bring life freely with us. We can bring life around us, we can be that life!


amongst the dead browns
a red cardinal, moving free.
resurrected fall


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/11/autumn-holy-cardinal.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #fall #autumn #cardinal #positive

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The temperatures still drop in the dusk of the day, the rivers are still chunked with ice, but it feels like we've turned that corner and the cold has lost its biggest weapon: this will last forever! The cold has lost its eternal vibe, it seems limited now, especially with daylight lingering. Spring just found a new little swag.


winter's pink cloud streaks
painting past still unbudded trees;
light lingers longer


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-grand-pink-sky.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #pink #warmth #sky #swag #clouds
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Buried deep in her heart is the love for a man that should no longer be in her thoughts... so it is with warmth in these depths of the belly of winter's cycle. And as she slows to re-feel his hand pulling at her fingers, at her hands—at the depths of her soul where her true self remained buried under who she should be—so we slow as we feel the warmth on our skin in a tender way.

We drink that warmth deep into our soul.


warmth's resurrection
in winter's melting promise.
shadows hold the snow


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/01/january-easter.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #lovers #warmth #skin #remembering #love #memories
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With a new year underway, so many new hopes and dreams are alive and well. Changes are talked about and planned; change is marketed, sold, and promised through every new book, program, or gym that's open! It's new, new, new!

Ancient souls are still alive through books and oral history. We look to change and move into the new with resolutions and vows when we are better off relaxing into the insight of the very old. Sometimes, maybe its better to anchor into the very old wisdom than chase the new?

The old sage turned to the young student and said, "everything you seek has been in your heart the whole time waiting to be heard."

not smoke but the soul
drifts up & through the mountain.
Winter's ancient dance


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2016/01/fog-mountain-soul.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #winter #fog #soul #spirituality #resolutions #newyears #2016 #gym #wisdom #marketing #change 
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The fog thickened on the mountain top, making it hard to see, in that typical way that we all have an idea what it's like.

In life, there are those times of mystery—white fog thick enough to steal any sight that goes past five feet—where our vision and concentration can only react. How we take on the fog determines our experience. Often we find these times as anxious times, times where we are uncomfortable and on edge. But when we drift in, relaxed, it can be soft and cozy, it can be like talking to an old, hunched back man that guides us through and we remain care free because we are able to turn off the anxiety and just follow. There he is, guiding us as he has others for years, no reason to react, just follow.

It's all how we engage?


floating mountain fog
softening the ridges down,
winter hunches down


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/12/haunched.html
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As the years pass and we move through Autumn, things change, but it bends towards winter eventually. This bend started in the beginning of July when the sun started setting earlier and the nights lasted longer and longer.

What are things we allow in our hearts that ebb us towards greatness or failure that go beyond circumstance? Things that, no matter what happens, we end up there because we've bent our hearts towards it?

Ebb towards love, the world needs you.

snow flurries melting
into a broken promise
Autumn ebbs to cold


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/12/flurries-2015.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #fall #autumn #cold #snow
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Despite the long hold of Summer, the warmth is fading. The sun has been on its bend towards Winter for months now: shorten stints above with a less intense gaze.

Always changing in a predictable, expectable pattern, we have no control. Like anything in life, do we yield ourselves or do we set our minds against it, convincing ourselves we can stay up only to fall back to sleep immediately?


once fully awake,
Summer's warmth now drifts asleep;
Winter roams the night


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/11/go-to-sleep.html
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I've moved to Binghamton, NY, in hopes of understanding my faith in Jesus through creating a more life-giving society for all, even those I disagree with.

I read and write literature. Mainly poetry, but I like well written works.

I believe justice is the responsibility of every single person in their own community, and all justice in love.
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