Michael Muller (he/him)

first frost — specks of gray in my son's beard #DailyHaikuPrompt

shadows from the past - troubling all my certainties with future shadows #SenryuSunday

crepuscule… the illumination it brings to my problems #haiku #HaikuSaturday

Heard before they’re seen - Gossiping geese, heading south, Tell travellers’ tales. #haikuSaturday

#tanka #5lines #poem autumn wind at the end of the day a carnivorous plant asks me to feed it another poem

I love how he uses the great rivers of four nations to convey the history & spirit of African people. He describes a history that stretches back to the dawn of civilisation In the final line his soul takes on the spirit & endurance of these great rivers #poetry #poemoftheday #blackhistorymonth

a cloud covers a mountain and when darkness finally falls the cloud takes the mountain with it #tanka #tankafeels #poem

Glowing golden leaves and spirit

morning mist the crackle of autumn suspended mid-breath

#HaikuSaturday #haiku howling wind-- a scarecrow dances in a cornfield Please add a version if you feel like it. If you want your version posted with the other versions please include the hashtag #VersionsHaikuSaturday.

soft stalks over slate green patience gray's insistence wisdom of mosses #HaikuSaturday photo: stockcake.com images.stockcake.com/public/c/b/7...

I doubt not whence I came, nor whither go: The field that fed me waits to take me in; My bones are but the stones the furrows show, And where I end, the green doth first begin. 2/2 #vss365

Thou formed'st me of clay, and Irish clay, Which, when I wander, calls me by my name; No sea can sunder what the rains did lay, Nor distance cool the soil’s remembered flame. 1/2 #vss365

roger wellens, fleurs “Without tenderness, we are in hell.” ~ ‘The Dream of a Common Language; Twenty One Love Poems’ by Adrienne Rich (1929-2012)

Níl amhras orm: is mise an talamh, is é an talamh mé. Ritheann a aibhneacha trí mo chroí mar bhóithre fada. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have no doubt: I am the earth, and it is me. Its rivers run the long roads of my heart. #vss365

creeping in on a fog bank self doubt #vss365 #senryu

trying to keep pace batting away the fruit flies living with decay

In you is the purity of deep water. #vss365

A haiku for the birds flying south in autumn leaving waning light leaving winging migration leaving weeping nest #HaikuSaturday a few hours early

other colors run between the cold trees a new distance #art #abstract #painting #humanart #autumn #poetry #haiku

history written in the skin of the world – the rock record #vssdaily #haiku #senryu

Batter my green hills, Lord, with thy slow rain, That thorn and stone may quake, then rise made new; For bog and strand, though drowned, are born again, And heather dies that heaven may bloom anew. So wrecked, the lark more sweetly climbs the sky; Thus nature, broken by thee, learns to fly. #vss365

#dailyhaikuprompt #hottea morning tea... watching the fall of a leaf in silence

half slept I wait for my brain to stop looking at me

remember yourself moon slanting through the window into a white bowl

"morning tea the fog outside in me" --Monty Milne www.theheronsnest.com/September202...

Once were. Now not. I'm writing alt-text in this post, as part of my thinking with this photo. Photo is of an oak twig, showing three empty cup-like scaly capsules that once held acorns. The setting sun casts shadows behind the twig, reminding us that even this view will soon be lost to darkness.

sunrise a thousand possible days enter one window #haiku

butterfly migration the beauty of open borders #DailyHaikuPrompt

daisy petals all my wishes vanish in the wind #haikufeels #haiku

Autumn paints a single leaf. 🍂 The sky becomes its canvas. 💙 #RedWed #PoetryOfNature

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter. John Keats Painting by Goxwa Borg, 'Melody' youtu.be/ToiWlHZbXLo?...

walking through woods I have walked before I am ringed like the trees I have lost some leaves

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. Mary Oliver ♡ Photo by Kelly Lash

"All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh." -Jeanette Lee

🫚 cinnamon stick star anise, cardamom pod allspice and clove the whole world simmering #tanka #micropoetry #autumn

Sometimes, it's the next generation that are most ready to embrace change. Here, the seeds of next year's red maple have turned the brightest shades of red, amidst still-green maple leaves. I hope you find the changes that you wish for.

“children sleeping in a chair” - john h. white (1972) #art #artsky #blackart #blackphotography #photographysky #photography #blackandwhite

"Then I bounded across the fields; my spirit often seemed to ride upon the winds, and to mingle in joyful sympathy with the ambient air." -Mary Shelley see you in a couple of days hugs to all of you💛

Nearer than they appear - mirrored selves. #haikufeels appear #senryu #haiku

Last pink of roses, A shout of sudden colour, Before winter comes. #dailyhaikuprompt pink

the sky takes a deep breath in stretching low to the south clouds of lavender grey bending close to the earth #poetry

🪶 🕸️ 🍂 feather and leaf both stuck in a spiderweb ghost of myself 🍂 floating leaf attached by a single thread of web forever falling #autumn #haiku #senryu #change