Beauty of child’s Play,
With sleds on snow-covered hills.
Laughter is music.
(c) Rick Wyman 12/2/2025
Nature
Haiku, Time Among the Trees
Time among the trees
Inspires my meaningful thoughts.
Where my soul finds peace.
(c) Rick Wyman 11/21/ 2025
Haiku, Life’s Sweetness
Life fills drip by drip,
Then evaporates away.
So brief the sweetness.
(c) Rick Wyman 11/10/2025
Poem, Fractions of Nature
The moon is half its light.
I smile a full smile.
Fractions of nature,
Fill my hopes with things to come.
My heart is full of memories,
Nature has bestowed on me.
Whether I’m alone or sharing,
My view of the ground or heavens,
Will make me thankful,
I was here at this moment.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/29/2025
Haiku, Sugaring Time
Spout dripping sweet sap.
Snow skirts around maple trunks.
Sweeten my pancakes.
©Rick Wyman 2/25
Poem, Spider Web
The first strand of the spider web
Caught my eye when it glistened in the sun.
The lightest puff of air stretched this delicate strand,
And sunlight danced back and forth along its span.
How fortunate to notice this tiny bit of nature.
So fragile, yet it beckons my attention with such strength.
Sometimes the highlights of our lives
Begin as such delicate threads of thought,
Like a whisper of our inner voice.
Then to really pay attention and reexamine
Purpose stretching thin,
Hopeful a glimpse of joy may follow in the end.
Now I contemplate the spanning time
From where I was and where I am glad to be.
In the center of my web.
© Rick Wyman
Haiku
Dandelion fluff
Follows yellow dots in green
Spring lawns awaken.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/8/24
Haiku
Blossoms fill the trees
Petals sprinkled on the ground
Empty twigs grow fruit.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/14/24
Poem, Yesterday and Tomorrow
The bountiful days of summer,
Reaching to pull the shades of autumn.
While the tie back curtains,
Lay open to the sun’s longer rays.
Each second of warmth,
Matters to all who awaken.
Deep breaths and smiles,
Cherishing the memories.
Longer days, car rides, wet feet and towels.
Leaves falling and landing,
Like post-it notes on green grass,
Each a reminder of times spent,
And what to enjoy about days ahead.
(C) Rick Wyman 10, 17, 2023
Poem, Acquaintance of the Moon
Night fell hours ago.
I watched and searched for the moon.
It lay behind a layer of clouds,
Giving some light,
As if to nod a shy hello.
I recognized its welcoming acknowledgement to my gaze.
My smile was genuine,
As it always is,
While greeting a friendly warmth.
I miss the moon when it shrinks and disappears,
Too late for me to join its company.
I look forward to our meeting next time it shows
A happy light on my horizon.
(c) Rick Wyman 12:47 am Saturday
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