haiku first lines

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'tween tattered timbers
a beach ball memoir
a house rich in tales
a magical path
a mind of winter
a pair of herons
a rock above trees
a scaffold building
a slow walk across
a spiral staircase
a vase of flowers
a world of new life
against a brilliant
along my journey
along the food line
along the roadside
an old photograph
antique silverware
as sunset arrives
as the free bird flies
as thoughts drift away
autumn's brush in hand
awakened by sound
bars rust in silence
beacon of courage
beast of burden at
being the silence
blooms fading softly
breathtaking sunset
bright is the night sky
bright orange sunset
brightly lit Times Square
broken string, lonesome
bronze sunset begins
built only to serve
bushy tail, wide eyes
by the sea, they land
by the water's edge
calm along the coast
calm before the storm
cashier's cottage
cat at the door waits
centered in stillness
centuries of brick
chimes gently swaying
chrome and orange gleam
circling around, i
colored light concert
conversing through song
crimson orbs of life
curiosity
dancing dragonfly
darwin’s gaze unfolds
day surrenders night
delicate beauty
delicate bubbles
designing basics
doorway to the sea
downtown theatre
drifting clouds descend
each dawn a new birth
early morning blue
echoes from geckos
end of a chapter
fear and bliss entwined
feathers bright and bold
flex, turn, tilt; color
flowers in their hair
fluttering around
fragments of the past
from glacial shore stance
from the golden age
from the ocean's depth
gentle swaying fronds
give me winter shores
glorious driftwood
glowing peacefully
gnarly cottonwoods
golden light fades fast
golden light lingers
golden rays ignite
golden sun sinking
gone to history
grand blooms purple blue
Helene took them all
high above the ground
high-speed internet
his name was rusty
hope in hearts, we mend
how elegantly
how quiet the pond
hurricane debris
i'm pretty in pink
i can see beauty
I do not forget
i loved you, no doubt
i put your flower
if not woodpecker
imagination
imagine the world
in a dream, i heard
in Colorado
in morning slumber
in murky marshlands
in my arms, you laid
in purple-pink hues
in the good old days
in the small details
in vacation land
inflatable duck
it is the smallest
its graceful presence
lava desert glows
lens and pen artists
life as a journey
life as a tulip
life is like a slope
light's silent embrace
like a painter's brush
like a sailing ship
like gentle corkscrews
lily pads in bloom
listening to lush
little finch watches
lonely bird afloat
longer days of spring
look into my eyes
look-in and gaze-in
looking through the lens
looking up to view
lotus petals bloom
love blooms like roses
may mother earth heal
meeting of the minds
meeting place for grace
mirror images
missing from this scene
morning mist hovers
morning walk enjoyed
near a bustling pike
neon signs buzzing
nested in a tree
new tongue-twister
now is the season
october sundown
okefenokee
old oak died today
old water tower
on a country road
on a moonlit night
on a polished shell
on lazy spring days
one great egret stands
orange, white, and black
over on main street
paths left behind fade
peeling orange paint
petals unfurling
pinhole photo day
please do not stir fry
possibilities
pregnant rosie dines
psychedelic tones
radiance unfolds
rays of flaming light
resilience unveiled
roadside tables wait
roofless hut finds grace
rooms available
rousing baby buds
running up and down
seen by captive eyes
shadows walk the wall
shapes twist in my gaze
sharecropper cabin
sitting next to you
sleepy autumn winds
smoother over time
so much beauty found
soaring high above
soft wings and wild things
solitary boat
springtime bouquet with
staring back at me
staring out at sea
stark contrasts combine
storm clouds gathering
sun on rusty trucks
sun rays streaming through
sunflower yellow
sunlight on feathers
swaying moss-draped trees
sweeping, swaying, still
taffeta dresses
tea drifts in silence
the beauty of growth
the breeze tastes of salt
the cloudy night sky
the color of your
the colors of faith
the great white egret
the katydids' sing
the lily pad pond
the marvelous view
the old windmill spins
the pines lullaby
the smell of salt air
the snow moon arrives
the soft summer wind
the sun descending
the vibrant colors
there comes a time for
things my cat taught me
those who have a why
tiny feet resting
tire chick's proud workplace
tis the season for
true obedience
tulip symphony
turning of the light
twenty, twenty-five
two birds make a tribe
two roses in bloom
two tender tulips
unmatched chairs await
wainwrights shaped the past
warm, welcoming dusk
watching drifting clouds
waves crashing the shore
weathered barn stands tall
weathered wooden planks
wet whiskers and fins
what journeys before
where ocean bay meets
where the tide is low
which came first they ask
whispering oak trees
whispers in the wind
white sands shimmering
windswept sea grasses
withered by the sun
you brought me flowers
your mind was elsewhere