Some Things Never Change

Motionless gray clouds

Float above the evergreens;

Siren wails below.

High in the gray sky

A plane disappears in the clouds;

Below, a crow pecks.

Clover and wild grass

Overpower the hydrant.

(Nature has its way.)

He's looking at me:

The bug eyed man in the sign.

Can he see me here?

Ivy's not complete

Without discarded garbage.

Some things never change.

Beige stands against beige;

Dead wood against dead wood.

There's no sign of life.

Hidden in the bush

Garbage consciously hidden.

(At least consciously.)

Rusty lawn mower;

Man says that it disappears

And then reappears!

Explodes With Hushed Silence

 Even the hydrants

Stand so starkly with their shadows--

Seattle sunshine.

Beige fixed upon beige:

Half walnut on wood railing

Far from its birth place.

In the late sun's light

Even the trash cans stand out

Their shadows dark, stark.

Dark latticed shadows

Etched upon the gray sidewalk;

Light becomes substance.

A burst of violet

Explodes with hushed silence.

Motion--no motion.

At her world's center

She sits silent as beige death,

Motionless--ready.

Nonchalant Princess

It's always the same:

Dead leaves amidst the green life.

(Some things never change).

Two crows on the wire;

Silhouetted guardians,

Stare off to the south.

Steel fence and barbed wire

Keep country club members in.

(Protect neighborhood).

Wall behind the fence

Raises so many questions,

Like what's behind that?

Solitary pine cone

Lies in the middle of the road.

Must have lost its way.

Shadows on the green;

Golf carts glide so softly,

Like silent insects.

Shadows on the wall

Dance to the tune of the leaves--

Their dark reflections.

Nonchalant princess

Sitting in her own driveway

Blinks, and that is all.

Clouds in a Puddle

Just a note for those new to my haiku sites. I have been doing walking and writing haiku and taking pictures for the past twelve years. The mother lode is in my site, Yerry Hill Road Haiku (www.sarvananda.blogspot.com)  .  My second was based near my daughter, son in law and grand daughter who used to live near Green Lake, Seattle. (greenlakehaiku.blogspot.com). They have moved to another part of Seattle and now my new blog that you are now on so that I don't need to give its address. Enjoy!

Clouds in a puddle--

A gray Seattle morning;

Sun breaking ahead.

Leaf stuck on a fence

Lies on edge of the green field

As the golfers walk by.

Poking through the fence

Evergreen yearns for freedom,

Like everything else.

Outside the fence

Berries, moss and ivy grow

(Don't care about walls.)

Ceramic pots lie

Helter skelter in a box,

Waiting to be filled.

Inviting all folks:

Trade for one of the free books--

(This civilized town).

Mystery tunnel

Through dappled shadows and light.

(It's just up the street).