Christian Bixler

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

in spring
robin wings to robin--
this empty cup

sitting outside, I saw a styrofoam cup, left carelessly in the middle of the yard; and all around me birds were singing: so I composed this verse.

#love #sadness #nature #acceptance #resolve

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 63

after the buds
have closed, I sit to write--
morning air

Listening to a light tune, my thoughts were caught completely up in its melody...so I wrote this verse.

#love #poetry #peace #joy

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 62

standing, on the
edge of green, the wind roars past--
a white tarp

or

standing, on the
edge of green, the wind roars past--
the white cloth, rippling

An impromptu verse.

#love #beauty #emotion #understanding

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 61

petrichor
in spring the verdant tresses
waves under blossoms

#love #peace #joy #inspiration #rejuvenation #exuberance

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 60

air as fish's breath, so
we rest under eaves--
wet feet

A memory of sheltering from the rain under the low hanging branches of the trees while hiking the Appalachian trail.

#love #memory #humor #discomfort

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 59

sleeping tree, roots
how deep--my heart
even in apathy

#love #peace #hope

Christian Bixler Mar 2017

haiku no. 58

scene
of love transcendent--my eyes
are wet with tears

#love #peace #beauty #joy #transcendence #revitalization