oh, how i wish i could shut up like a telescope!

day sixteen: shutters, open your eyes with the daylight

woke up this morning

windows open wide, trying

to let in warmth, but

my room felt icy

without you there beside me

watching me dreaming.

xoxo,

sophie

up i goes like a skyrocket!

- bill the lizard.

day fourteen: i'll wake up feeling lonely

 i ought to wave, but

i don't want you to see me

hiding my teardrops.

day fifteen: summer's line blurred

it's getting colder -

it's septembers nostalgia,

creeping through the sky.

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xoxo,

sophie

oh, I don't come from any garden.

- alice

day thirteen: morning palette  

with cupcake royale

lemonade and musty sun

the day is complete.

fussy, dusty rose

blood red like pomegranate

and pink like grapefruit.

xoxo,

sophie

why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!

- alice

day twelve: doing too much heavy thinking

big thoughts: heaven, god,

answers? none? it's a pity,

but it's on my mind.

xoxo,

sophie

the dream child moving through a land of wonders, wild and new.

- the narrator

i took an unexpected trip to whidbey island for three nights and four days and had a surprisingly good time.

day eight: laughing gas

late night ferry rides,

giggling in corridors,

sleep still in my eyes.

day nine: star struck

look - star light, star bright;

lit up, a vacancy sign,

smile, constellations.

day ten: sunrise awe

bonfire beneath the

stars, across the midnight sky

moonlit miracles.

day eleven: mixed up memories

years gone, looking back,

it's been so long since we were

bright, young, wild and wise.

xoxo,

sophie

we're all mad here.

- the chesire cat.

home from hiking - five long nights, 21 miles.

day three: campfire smoke

crickets chatter and

tell their tales of wanderings,

midnight adventures.

day four: miracle of night

wilting willows watch

the rivers monotony

i'm captivated.

day five: perseid meteor shower

ebbing and flowing,

meteors pull fiery wings

through the starburst skies

day six: baby, it's cold outside

the icy winds breath

a colorless quarantine

sapping the suns warmth.

day seven: homecoming

bags packed and loaded

into the van that seats ten

nine hour singalong.

xoxo,

sophie

all in a golden afternoon...

- the narrator

tomorrow morning i'm leaving for a hiking trip - i'll be gone till sunday. but, i'll be sure to catch up on my haikus when i get back and post them here. wish me luck, enjoy!

day two: escape

gold cherry orchard,

a place to get lost in

no fear, just sunlight.

xoxo, 

sophie