haiku for the day: first things

It’s the first thing in the morning. I go outside. The world is something else. So refreshing, so new. With each day, with each sunrise, we get a new beginning. Yesterday is over. Done. Kaput. Tomorrow never comes. All we have is today. Right now. This moment. If we focus on the Here and Now, everything else fades into the distance. Our worries quit worrying about our worries.

cat’s meow and birds’ song
and sun’s dance through nearby trees
awake the morning


haiku for the day: morning shower

My mornings don’t begin with a shower. They begin with feeding the cats, a cup of coffee and a writing session. Then breakfast. Finally, a shower to completely wake me up. There’s nothing like a good shower to jerk the subconscious out of its malaise. Often an idea comes to me out of nowhere while I am showering. It might be a line for a story I am working on or it might be a new blog post. Zap! and it’s there. Hope I can keep it in mind while I hurry out of the shower and write it down. Many a great idea has been lost during that transition.

shower water falls
soap upon the face and arms
singing in the rain

haiku for the day: this too shall pass

I have a running joke about Florida’s weather. When asked, I tell people that I live in a place where we have two seasons: summer and more summer. Although we do have some days and weeks where the temps go down to the forties and the thirties, most of our winter days are mild compared to the weather some of you folks north of the Mason-Dixon have. Man, you have some rough weather up there. When someone complains to me about a hot August day in Florida, I tell them to go back and check Michigan, Wisconsin, North Dakota, New England and New York in February. One thing is for sure. No matter where we live we complain about the weather. It’s in our DNA.

white walls of winter
the landscape snow upon snow
soon green buds and spring

Reminds me of this scene from the movie, “Fargo”:

haiku for the day: home

There is something comforting about the word “home”. It is more than a house. It could be an apartment. Or a tent, if you are a nomad. If you are a royal, it could be a palace. The earliest smells, the earliest sounds we experience are of that place we call home. So, it’s no wonder that our happiest time of the day is when we arrive home. The dog or the cat wait for their pat. The spouse waits for their kiss. The kids wait for their hugs. No amount of money can replace that moment. 

the smell of bacon
Chet Baker on the trumpet
sunset, then twilight

haiku for the day: whistle

It was her debut, and Lauren Bacall made the best of it. She dazzled the Bogey with her entrance in Hemingway’s “To Have and Have Not” (1944). She gave the world an idea of what true sex appeal could be. When the film was released, every guy in that audience must have been blown away. For a nineteen year old actress, she had acres and acres of It. And Bogey was one fortunate man to be dazzled by her. ‘Course he was a guy who could do some dazzling himself.

Lauren Bacall said
just pucker your lips and blow.
I still can’t whistle