Archive for the Haiku’d Photographs Category

Posted in Autumn, Haiku'd Photographs with tags , on November 2, 2021 by blglick
Sweet Potato Vine,
Dark Red Like Blood, Glistening,
This Wet, Grey Fall Day

Red Leaf

Posted in Flowers, Haiku'd Photographs, History, Hope, Joy with tags , on October 5, 2021 by blglick
Every New Blossom,
Full of Hope and Joy, Recalls
Blooms That Came Before
flower bud

Posted in Autumn, Grass, Haiku'd Photographs, sunlight with tags , on September 19, 2021 by blglick
Dancing in the Wind
A Frond of Grass, Liquid In
The Sun, Turned To Me

Posted in Autumn, Grass, Haiku'd Photographs, sunlight with tags , on September 19, 2021 by blglick
Sunlight Filters Through
Tall Grass Fronds Like Soft Fingers
Through A Lover’s Hair


Posted in Autumn, Haiku'd Photographs, landscape, Rural with tags , on September 19, 2021 by blglick
Ready for Harvest
A Field of Corn, A Silo
Dancers, Poised and Paired

Posted in Haiku'd Photographs, Storms, Water with tags , on August 27, 2021 by blglick
Even on the Shore
The Fishing Boat Still Recalls
The Storm Tossed Waters


Posted in Grass, Haiku'd Photographs, Rural, Summer, sunlight with tags on August 24, 2021 by blglick
Another Dawn












A Year of Sunlight
On August Fields, Aged Like Wine
Ripe, Luscious, and Full

Posted in Fog, Haiku'd Photographs, landscape, Morning, Sunrise, With Michele Gast with tags , on August 9, 2021 by blglick
Another Dawn
The Valleys Slumber
While Hilltops Rise Above
To Greet the Morning

Posted in Dance, Haiku'd Photographs, Water with tags on July 6, 2021 by blglick
So Cold It’s Almost
Frozen, But the River Leaps to
Celebrate Motion

Remembering Kent State

Posted in Death, Haiku'd Photographs, History, Hope, Memories with tags , , on May 4, 2020 by blglick

Now Fifty Years On
We Still Argue in Guns and
Violence and Hatred

Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?

Trade Violence For Calm, EBA44E1D-6C98-44AA-B668-022BCC530B2C
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath

A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye

Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time