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Whale

Our telepathy
joins in a monumental
hello of two hearts.

I call, you come, and
brush gently against the boat,
crooning your love song.

Pausing a moment,
is that a wink I detect?
You flirt, then farewell!

Will you invite me
to frolic in frothing waves?
Besotted, I wait.


Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com

Declaration

The future shines bright for
those who put intention there.
Reach for the brass ring!

Time to see ourselves
as the glorious beings
humans truly are.

Let’s choose to become
the galactic citizens
we were born to be.

Consciousness rising,
awareness of destiny,
the big unveiling!

Excitement builds as
we claim the potential of
our own Creation.


Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com

Cryptic

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John Muir loved trees as much as I do. 🙂 Here are a few forest quotes from this renowned writer, naturalist, and conservationist:

“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”

“Going to the woods is going home.”

“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.”

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.”


Cryptic is from Hart Haiku Vol.1.

Totem

Star-struck sunflowers,
nothing holds a candle to
your idol, The Sun.


It occurs to me this morning that cats and sunflowers might be “birds of a feather”. There is a certain aloof pride in both that suggests these fauna and flora are connected.

Their arrogance I find quite intriguing, although sunflowers might have it all over cats in this regard – and that’s saying a lot! Above and beyond feeding time, I feel that my cat cares about me quite a lot, actually. But sunflowers? I have this sneaking suspicion that their allegiance lies solely with Mr. Sun!

Us: Arriving in the garden, watering can in hand. Them (disdainfully): “Oh, it’s YOU again. You’re interrupting our sunbathing. Just leave the water right over there…) 

In spite of their grand snootiness, I love sunflowers. I have painted them often, and you have to really admire a flower that aspires to be THE SUN.

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Totem © Susan L Hart is from Hart Haiku Vol. 1. | HartInspirations.com

Ambassador

Blue-footed booby,
quirky clown, gallivanting
your Galapagos.


As you can plainly see from my photos, if in future you seek an audience with the blue-footed booby on North Seymour Island, be sure to wear your old shoes. 😉 The blue-footed booby is not limited to this island, but it’s a popular mating spot.

This haiku is written in response to Fake Flamenco’s June 2023 Poetry Challenge. (Thank you, Rebecca Cunningham.) #ffpoemapop

© Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com

Susan L Hart | HartInspirations.com