Sep 29

Haiku 960

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , September 29th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

a gust of wind

yellow leaves fall

I stop and watch

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Sep 27

Haiku 959

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , September 27th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

Darkness — Each morning

I think it’s about to storm.

I miss summer’s light.

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Sep 21

Haiku 958

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , , September 21st, 2011

by Alison

by Alison

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“Where was I when

you was a little girl?” daughter asks

and I wonder too.

.

When I tell her she

wasn’t born yet she cries –

“I was missing you!”

.

Four years ago in

the hospital, her tiny

feet peeling moist skin.

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It was a journey

her to me and me to her,

both our destiny.

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Sep 20

Haiku 957

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , , September 20th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

the dogs and I have

the neighborhood to ourselves —

big yellow buses

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Sep 19

Haiku 956

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , September 19th, 2011

by Alison

by Alison

into the woods

runs happy dog, happy dog runs

out of the woods

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Sep 15

Haiku 955

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , September 15th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

* * *

Hello, Miss Monarch.

Mexico is far away.

Fly, I tell her. Fly!

Several years ago, Hubby and I took a trip to Mexico. We did not go to the beach. We went to the central highlands looking for monarch butterflies.

Every year, monarch butterflies from all over North America journey to this part of Mexico in order to pass the winter someplace warm, meet up with other monarchs and breed. The monarchs arrive in Mexico in November and stay until March. Peak monarch-viewing season is January and February.

Hubby and I, though, were in Mexico in November. Our guide promised us that more monarchs were coming, but we could hardly believe how many were already there.

Early morning, pre-sunrise, is the best time to go and see the monarchs. To ward off the night-time chill, the butterflies hang together in clumps so dense that the branches of trees sag underneath the collective weight of the monarchs.

The butterflies are waiting, patiently, for the sun to rise. As soon as a ray of sun hits a clump of hanging monarchs long enough to warm them up, they burst into a cloud of flying butterflies and fill the sky. There are so many of them that you can actually hear their wings beating!

As I look back over my life so far, I know that I have been blessed with many exceptional travel experiences. However, my trip to the monarch reserves in Mexico ranks among the most amazing. It was truly a spiritual experience, which surprised me. I expected to be awed by the sheer number of butterflies I saw. I did not expect to feel like I had had an encounter with the divine.

Ever since that trip, I view monarch butterflies differently. In the past two weeks, I’ve noticed several flittering about as I take my dogs on walks. I stop and watch them dance through the air and I’m convinced that, although they my loop around a patch of flowers, in general they all seem to be moving south. Whey they fly past me, I always make sure to attach a small prayer to each. May you make it to Mexico, I whisper.

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Sep 13

Haiku 954

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , September 13th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

I’d like to sit here

with you, Alison, and drink

wine and talk of life

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Sep 12

Haiku 953

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , September 12th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

one decade ago

airplanes crashed, buildings toppled

tonight, a full moon

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Sep 11

Haiku 952

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , September 11th, 2011

by Alison

by Alison

NPR music

9/11 stories shared –

There is still trauma.

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Sep 09

Haiku 951

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , , , , , September 9th, 2011

by Kelly

by Kelly

above me, leaves twitch

in the wind — how much longer

will the world be green?

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