The simple, the mundane it can
always be found within
the toughest task is to be
willing, willing to look.
The beauty can show through
or it can be felt, the
wildcard is who for it
is easy to overlook.
Take the time to
fully absorb the moment,
opportunity too often floats
by.
Behind the facade, behind
the mist lays your
greatest accomplishment just
waiting, waiting for you
to find it.
~A
Warmth, liquid, mug
Awake, aware, action
Achieve, Complete, Success.
Crisp, cold, bone chilling.
My breathe is the only thing I can see.
Where is the warmth found,
Under a wool blanket,
Or next to a freshly stoked fire?
Those only warm the skin.
Heat is what is I need.
The type of heat that is rare,
The type of heat found in your arms.
Your heat warms not just the skin,
But my heart and soul.
Eternal Beauty.
Temporarily Given.
Fleeting Love Arrives.
*Photograph for Haiku Provided by Emily A
The presentation is so simple;
Yet totally mouth watering.
My order was the basic,
Rocks, Salt; no gimmick needed.
A lick of the salt comes first,
Always.
The final preparation before
the delight.
The tang of the Tequila plays with
The Salt on my tongue.
With one sip the day drifts away,
Momentarily peace restored.
Unfortunate the limit be held,
Held firmly at three.
The streetlight has seen it all.
It has been there since the very start of it,
Yet it is forever sworn to secrecy.
Not real, unable to express itself in any way.
But what if?
What if?
If the chance was offered,
would you take it?
An opportunity to be like the light,
Never participating, always watching.
Would you learn from the secrets,
Or would you sell them out?
If you knew the truth,
Complete and total truth.
Should it be embraced,
or hidden
Forever.
It is not the beginning,
It is not the end.
A time for reflection, a time of
Change.
Life becomes dormant,
Hoping it will return again in the Spring.
Lessons can be learned in nature now.
Preparation has begun for the harshest weather
The beauty has retreated, not gone.
What will you do when the harshest weather comes?
Will you be like the tree?
Will you prepare and take strength in your roots?
Or will you be the flower?
Replaced.
Everywhere I go it is lurking behind me, never allowing me to be
Alone.
It does not give me strength
It does not give me fear
If only there was a way to outrun it,
I cannot escape it mentally.
The weight of it continually grows,
I will not give in and live in the darkness.
The Light
The light is where I truly belong.
~A
*Photograph “Shadows of the White Night” Shalora
It may take only a moment of time
Or
It could take an entire lifetime
Once it strikes; nothing else; matters
Completion, connection
Happiness.
-A
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
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