{"id":36,"date":"2025-01-19T23:13:48","date_gmt":"2025-01-19T23:13:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/andersenmorse.com\/?p=36"},"modified":"2025-01-19T23:18:36","modified_gmt":"2025-01-19T23:18:36","slug":"haiku","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/andersenmorse.com\/?p=36","title":{"rendered":"Haiku"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Several written starting in the winter of 2021 and through the spring. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:28px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group has-global-padding is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<div style=\"height:65px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>the solemn snowfall<br>tree branches laid bare creaking<br>remembering leaves<br><br>ripples in the snow<br>become giant mountain peaks<br>dawn\u2019s fresh perspective<br><br>taking a moment<br>spaciousness of a second<br>time that is sacred<br><br>trickle of snow melt<br>clouds of charcoal ride the wind<br>carrying fresh scent<br><br>amber lights reflect<br>pale figures of the birches<br>tonight\u2019s lone salt truck<br><br>smell of dust burning<br>heating coils brought back to life<br>attracts a young cat<br><br>slumbering beneath<br>a blanket of compressed snow<br>don\u2019t forget to bloom<br><br>lone oak on the hill<br>unyielding until its time<br>winds echo a sigh<br><br>the hammer will fall<br>the daylight burns, moons will wane<br>let the hammer fall<br><br>mind free to breath deep<br>vacant air gives permission<br>space to let go<br><br>morning water growl<br>bleak light casts across the room<br>tea leaves bloom again<br><br>morning smell of youth<br>welcoming breeze instills hope<br>could do with a walk <br><br>woodsmoke on wet air<br>mist rides heavy among hills<br>snow drip becomes mud<br><br>radiator ricks<br>with no rhythm to speak of<br>in soft morning light<br><br>red squirrel scampers<br>among the thorns carelessly<br>vanishes unscathed<br><br>low clouds out of time<br>set summer hues in the sky<br>summoning warm breeze<br><br>heavy knees pull down<br>hesitation between breath<br>snow clouds fog the mind<br><br>the snow drifts in<br>by each flake its presence known<br>we too can drift in<br><br>twigs reaching upwards<br>snow gathers among the tips<br>december flowers<br><br>drip coffee settles<br>purring he watches me close<br>hurried commute starts<br><br>ripples on the pond<br>take me to vacant summers<br>of simple wonders<br><br>hills in a red glow<br>maples beginning to wake<br>despite the cold<br><br>glass speckled, obscured<br>pattering against the eaves<br>warm solace inside<br><br>mourning dove calls out<br>secretes of the coming day<br>try not to worry<br><br>by the scenic route<br>hoping to never arrive<br>solace in stasis <br><br>thick upon the wind<br>a warmth lingers on the nose<br>as a street light gleams<br><br>tiny bird atop<br>content among the leaf buds<br>wonder from below<br><br>leaves rustle like waves<br>wind through birches in the field<br>capture attention <br><br>a cascading haze<br>towers up thunderously <br>threatening showers <br><br>blossoms have faded<br>as we all retreat inward<br>incubating change<br><br>doe searches alone<br>hooves plow up grass from the snow<br>just like her mother<br><br>white pines gathered<br>planted long ago in rows<br>by men with shovels<br><br>flick of tail feathers<br>mist hanging low in the hills<br>and cooling meadows<br><br>perched among the air<br>solitary call echos<br>from between red wings<br><br>pond surface ripples<br>cascading sunlight reflects<br>placid sky above<br><br>repetitious chirp<br>before the morning sunlight<br>evokes summer heat<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Several written starting in the winter of 2021 and through the spring. the solemn snowfalltree branches laid bare creakingremembering leaves ripples in 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