Haiku my Heart Friday

Shadings of grey dust,

Dance across canvas threads.

Life is in all art.

An ethereal child,

created out of charcoal dust,

as, perhaps we all may be.

Pushing and pulling,

lights and darks,

discovering in the end

that creating is the stuff of life.

Created and Creator

resonating.

Discover the other Artists of Haiku my Heart joined together by the Artist Rebecca at

Recuerdo Mi Corazon



I got Sunshine.......

I had a conversation

yesterday

about dealing with homesickness

when one travels.

I thought, how funny,

if I have some paint and my brushes,

I am always at home.

Even on the darkest day,

I can find sunshine

at the end of my brush.

Haiku my Heart Friday

Deep in Winter's bed

Spirit wildly weaves new life,

And stars dance overhead.

Here in Middle Earth, we have had a milder

than mild winter,

but winter just the same.

New dreams are being dreamt.

New life seems to be promising

to burst forth just about any moment.

I feel like I am breathing

in the space between,

Winter and Spring.

Half dreaming, half unfolding

to promises of change.