In The Air

My Leafy Heart

Once Upon A Gaslamp

Autumn Leaves

Rise Over Run

Slope

This is how i remember you ...

... went for a drive after work and returned here for some quiet because "sometimes it's still loud".

B-Side (#7)

what went down is still
what's up every time
i walk by a tree (smiling).

This Path ...

... trees greet me along Riverside Drive as i arrive to work.

Four months since i was hired as a temp (now a regular full-time employee) at Warner Brothers in their VIP studio tour facilities. Yes, i was one of those L.A. natives who never knew the WB in Burbank had such a tour. No, it's nothing like Universal Studios ... but 95% of guests--tourists from every U.S. state and corner of the globe--say it's "Awesome" and better than Universal's.

At just a little over half an hour on two buses (or, approximately a five minute freeway drive), I'm blessed to have this gig right now. After all, I spent five and a half long months searching for a job. This path has led me to this place at this moment for a reason ...

Crow Haiku XIII

between summer wings
memories shape the currents
fly away and dance

Break On Through

"I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day ... " ~John Muir

Crow Haiku #12

somewhere there i'll find
you vigilant as always
absorbing black rays
before flight from branches where
sun meets beak meets creation

"Sometimes I Can't Help Seeing All The Way Through"

There's a road that's wide open now ... And so Tree Week comes full circle with a visit back to the forest. Thought i heard her calling, Hello, it's me.

"What's The Sense Of Going Elsewhere"

... because i just return here where i still hear an extended mix of your eternal groove like broken branches that still whisper back at the crack of footsteps in the dark.

Friends In High Places

(Untitled)

Art in the Park

Bark Splotches on Bark

Sprouting Roots

... walked home--a very long walk--from work this afternoon. This is where I rested. Blessed.

(Let's have a Tree Week! I welcome any inspiring quotes and your reflections about our tree relatives.)

The Lady of the Forest

... i see her, do you?

Sky Joy Flight

the fruit of your sky

tastes sweet with resilient joy

fierce flowery flight

You Are Here

i keep looking up

the promise of renewal

blossoms as clouds part

Abrazo Embrace

i want to see you

como te voy olvidar

you are everywhere 

tan solo estoy

in sweet company we walk

y no te siento

my lips moisten yours

memoria agrietada

tender healing kiss

las nubes flotan

leave soft trails of deseo

gotitas de love


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Been kind of a slow week with the mobile photos. But some good news: after 4 1/2 months without a job, i finally began a temp gig the day after my birthday. Been up and down, driving around (yes, driving!), and although i haven't taken many pix that inspire haiku, i haven't abandoned my haiku-a-day for National Poetry Month. Call it a post-birthday artistic lull; however, reflecting on new directions in art, this blog, and life. Instead of scheduling four different posts for the four days i've been absent (even though it makes more sense for continuity), i make  just one offering with four new haiku accompanying a photo from the early Spring archive. I'm thankful for the embrace of friends and family who've been of beautiful company and support during these tough months, to the ancestors and Creator, for this dream, this breath, this life, this day to live fully ... and to you, dear reader. 

Sweetness of Spring

branch of Babylon

reaching mother's open palm 

blooms in sacred hearts