Day 16 ~ 31 Haiku in Search of a Voice ~
Bathed in morning lights
A lone basketball awaits
The hands of grandkids.
As I was taking our trash containers out to the curb, there was a light mist of rain in the air and it was dark. Very dark. Returning to my back door, the twinkling lights across the harbor caught my attention. They looked so friendly, beckoning, welcoming. I saw perhaps the very first light of day, too, very low on the horizon. At that moment, the motion sensors on our garage kicked on its lights and there, bathed in light, was a basketball left on the grass by some one of our grandkids. In all of the beauty of that morning, there was nothing that touched the beauty of that basketball. I knew there was a Haiku here, a Haiku in Search of a Voice!
AND it just happens to be Day One of the NCAA Mens Basketball Tournament!