Loves me? Loves… * (haiku)

always game of chance

petals plucked same question asked

may get right result

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*Footnote:

However we always play this game. It’s human natures constant quest for the right answer. 😁 🌎✌🏻❤️🌻

The Rider *

Here I stand within my stall.

Looking though open gate,

gazing out onto the yard.

I spy you walking toward me.

My anticipation begins to rise.

You enter, approach me

palm opens revealing a lump of sugar, I devour it with delight.

Grasping my reins you lead me out, into the sunshine of the day.

At your side I gently trot,

thrilled at what is to come.

Taking a step forward grabbing

my mane you mount. Feeling

your muscular thighs, your heels

tap my sides, urging me forward.

I know not where, trusting you are in control.

Down an unmarked path you

lead me. Through narrow strait

of sparsely covered pine woods.

Emerging on a beach of golden sand, where sky blends into ocean a vista of blue.

There you let me run free, salt air filling my nostrils. The wind whips at me, water sprays my sides, only sound I hear the surf. We raced wildly along the shore with joy, for what seemed like eternity.

Pulling in my reins ever so gently,

slowing my pace starting our trac back. A cool mist begins falling, as dusk quickly approaches. We arrive at the beginning, elated. Warmth and comfort awaits me.

You walk me into my stall, there you groom me. Place fresh feed and water out for me. You nuzzle my neck, stroke my forehead, whisper in my ear, “Thank you for the ride.” At that moment I know I’m greatly loved.

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Haiku #50

spinnakers flying

spectrums of brilliant color

majestic sight seen

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*Footnote

The photo is from the annual race from Chicago to Mackinac. One of the oldest (began in 1898) freshwater sailing races. I posted a link at the bottom, if you’d like to learn more on the history of this race. Ted Turner (an avid sailor) once made a joking comment saying, “Sailing on Lake Michigan is like sailing in a bath tub.” Till he tried it, the lake made him eat his words.

I love sailing. Many people think that people who own sailboats or power boats are wealthy. True some are, however there are many who are of modest means. Like anyone who has a passion for something (Harley’s, cars, painting, collecting antiques, watches, well you get the point :)) you sacrifice other things to support it.

We didn’t take trips all over the world. We did spend every weekend and holidays on the boat, from May until October (better than 2 weeks and it’s over)

There is nothing like being on the water, sun, wind and the only noise is the water rushing along the hull (unless you put on some music).

Harbor life is a community onto itself, I guess you can say it’s like Cheers. It was a great environment for our children to grow up in, learn that nature like life is never predictable.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_Yacht_Club_Race_to_Mackinac

The Kiss (Klemit)

she

kissing the hourglass

that holds them.

moments that shift,

thoughts that pass

between two; identically,

individually unique.

time flows turned

by His hand;

minutes pass

the hour,

lips pressed

upon glass.

eyes closed,

she accepts

what

time

offers

now

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Human Touch

Hold me in your arms

with understanding

in your heart.

Brush away my tears

with gentle finger tips.

Whisper in my ear

the things I long to hear.

That I will be fine today,

tomorrow is a new day,

this is all I needed.

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