__I, a 'contrary',  am opposed to  -sad-,  the first line letters below. The 'contraries',  as are we all,  simply weigh opposing views  and breath within that balanced realm. _m

smell of green
another sense to life
dreams bloom

__The first day. Theology and all things then began, and that hidden stone held our history through an uncountable time... to the now. Often, small stones are left at grave sites, a marker of the visit; a stone icon that too, speaks of the first day.

hidden stone
such history it has kept
the first day

__I momentarily wander off to another place, and attempt to overlook my mistrust... of my own evaluation.  _m

My eyes search forward
to chart the clear horizon,
I doubt as I see.
A simple goal of my life,
so controlled by my mistrust.

__Every day of every year, families honor their lost members, lives lost by hero soldiers as they supported of our freedom. On Memorial Day, our United Family honors all our heroes lost__ with deep, country wide tribute_!  _m

the memorials
every day of every year
solemn bows

During the daylight, they can be watched for hours.

hump to hump
this measure of the journey
inchworm

This Cinquain is a recent comment posted at Rachel's  blog, with some slight changes. _m

I write,
as I do feel
this turmoil in my mind.
Perhaps by telling with my pen, 
I learn.
 

A bird's perch.
__This was scribbled long ago at a friend's garden, and this is the first post of that haiku.
__Nature, in its complex process of being, cares little of our icons, thus, Nature can seem crude to many eyes.

garden statuette
its cloak well painted blue
white shoulders

Living forward, or is it loving forward_?   Two letters, such little difference. 

the lilacs
as natures hand beckons
a hummingbird  

__A pond-side evening's campfire. This haiku was first seen at W.H.W., on September 16th, 2007,  where and when, John Mcdonald, (blog, Zen Speug) translated this to Scots. I then posted both at this blog on May 12th, 2009, and too, today. I thank you again, John.
 
day's ember
a promise in the rain
doves coo

*** Scots ***

day's aizle
a hecht i the weet
doos croodle

All things grow, with trust.

seed to seed
this year has spent its time
new blossoms

blossom to blossom
seasons grow their given trust
fruit gathers