Day 83
Smoke fills space and clings
Old words, new words, silent words
Joy is mystical
Day 82
Triangular notes
Plucked it resonates, sings, owns.
Joy may be ancient
Day 81
A song remembers
Spoken words call forth fresh tears
Joy can be bereaved
Day 80
A stream tumbles on
The river flows to the sea
Joy is a journey
Day 79
Fire flies dance at dusk
A Kingfisher poised to dive
Joy IS in nature
Day 78
Walk head looking down
Walking internally talking
Joy can be pensive.
Day 77
Social media
The most common way to talk
Joy can be clumsy
Day 76
A good parents love
sharing your home with others
Joy is emphatic
Day 75
A full moon, clear sky
Dawn chorus, natures evensong
Joy is curious
Day 74
Sea scented brisk winds
A grandsons voice and laughter
Joy can be simple.
Day 73
Dead
A one eyed goldfinch
A stumbling one eyed red fox
I came out as ‘green’
Day 72 A Triad
Three Lodestars for relationships
It is about actual people
It is about actual communication
It is about actual lives
Day 71 Triad
Three lodestars for relationships
An open heart
An open mind
An open ear
Day 70
What is your taboo
A graveyard, that food, this word
and who decided?
Day 69
The wave IS the form
Blood, breath,sea, stroke of a brush.
Do you see the colour?
Driftwood and Solitude 
I am envious. You write Haiku like it’s become natural to you. Lovely! And I am grateful you wrote the social media/joy one. So much in three lines. But there are so many others here that I like even more. The grandson’s voice and laughter–joy can be simple. That one is maybe my favorite. xo
Ah thank you David, from you that is so encouraging. I chose the haiku as my 100 day challenge to see how I would work with the form, but in my own way. Quite liking it….but there is so much room for greater depth, artistry and cleverness.X0X