Stretch

“There is no better exercise  for your heart  than reaching down and helping to lift someone up.” — Bernard Meltzer stretching up and up beyond the top of the sky opens unseen doors *   *   * Big Stretch ~ Sky within Reach • Photo by Jan Logozzo • “Stretch” Haiku poem by Mary O’Connor © … More Stretch

Renewal

“The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” — Harriet Ann Jacobs discarding darkness trading winter’s gloom for light spring blossoms renew *   *   * Renewal ~ Symbol of new hope and renewal, springtime’s hyacinth serves as a traditional focus of the Persian New Year … More Renewal

Tapestry

“Don’t settle for what life gives you; make life better and build something.” — Ashton Kutcher one stem at a time tapestry of life is built mapped for blossoms *   *   * Lining of Twigs ~ Tiny House Sparrow builds new home • Photo by Jan Logozzo • “Tapestry’ haiku by Mary O’Connor © 2021

Love and Life

In memoriam Vincent Martin March 19, 2021 Love and life paused the beat of their heart this spring day, closed their eyes, lay down their mortal limbs in rest. But it was spring—the season of emerging brightness and buttery blossoms alike, reminders that love and life will be seen again— found in space around us, … More Love and Life

Purple

“All other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul.” — Uniek Swain ironic union power of red, peace of blue royalty, mourning *   *   * Showstoppers ~ Dinnerplate dahlias pack rich, solid color into deep purple blossoms • Photo and Purple Haiku* by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * Haiku: a Japanese … More Purple

Solidarity

“True happiness comes from living life in harmony with all that is.” — Gail Lynne Goodwin tiny blossoms stand in unity with others harmony proclaimed *   *   * Harmony ~ Lilies of Valley photo and Solidarity Haiku* by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * Haiku: a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, … More Solidarity

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. – Yoshida Kenko

As if to dress the winter marsh, cattails turn their cigar heads into a white and fluffy mass of seeds, ready to drift off in the wind and build new colonies for spring. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013