Wandering

Dappled sunlight
through the leaves
dances underneath
the trees

And with its movement
so do I
slowly as I
wander by

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HAIKU: TENDER GREEN SPROUT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Tender Green Sprout

Beauty Everywhere

Sun shines bright on Llanishen
which with a leaf here from my book
You can find beauty anywhere
if you just take a look

summer sun

afternoon heat splashes
across parking lots,
making the air
wiggle and squirm –

Afternoon delight

Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight

Ripple and Promise

A ripple on the water
caught my eye today
Squinting in the sunlight
with the New Year underway

Morning Sunlight

Morning sunshine
streaming through
at the start
of this day new
Forest quiet
this time of day
footfall light
I tread my way

Tranquil Wonder

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Realm of Translucent Beauty

Garden of Ethereal Dreams

Exhale

Painted is this path I stroll

With petals purest blush

Diamonds

A treasure in my garden
left over from the rain
Fortune paid a visit
and little diamonds came
Reflected in the sunshine
of a morning new and bright
Bequeathing there an opulence
from rain that fell last night

My Gallery

Last night the moonlight painted
Translucent streaks across the sky
Such was the beauty of that sight
I felt moved enough to cry

Sunlight Fades

Standing by an open window
Soaking in the warmth and air
Breezing through my thoughts
And wondering just where

Sunlight Solstice

The morning speaks to lovely energy.

Our day begins bright noting summertime.

Birds sing their often gorgeous melody.

We look hopeful for amber lights sublime.

The Life of a Park Bench…

Its 10am, clear blue skies over head.

A young child is being led by its mother.

The bench’s rustic boards are transformed.

‘Ye best walk the plank mama’.

He’s a little boy, a son, a captain of a ship.

The mother stays close, but indulges in his fantasy.

Men fall overboard,

Others survive.

A swan in the distance captures his attention.

They’re off again.

Sunlight seeps into every groove.

The bench feels pride.