Poetic Shutterbug

perfection yet seen insignificant am I my beauty astounds Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri.

Earthquake Mother Nature's fingers pierce the earth's crust... fault lines  Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri.

Midsummers dream fantasies in high definition Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri

cumulus clouds pattern the sky... Cotton candy Photos and haiku by Joanne Olivieri.

diverse species hugging limbs tree commune Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri 

cascade of sea tears escape high tide Summer rains... Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri

Just Before Waking Poetry & Photo by Joanne Olivieri Your lullaby caressed the sound waves of his inherent desire  to acquiesce  to the cliffhanger of his nocturnal episode  and debut in the finale of his dream. He is descending into the incoherent realm of euphoria. Apprehensive of his destiny He will awaken.

rocks rest upon the shore seaside sands of time Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri photo taken at ocean beach in San Francisco.

meditations... darkness unfolds into the light Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri. Photo taken at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.

Prince Of Peace The dove of peace unfolds his wings.     angel hair entwines heartstrings. As spirits chant, a minstrel sings,     the choral melody of kings. Due North a star, lights the way To Prince of Peace, where He lay.                    A child                    So Mild A Savior born on Christmas day. Peace On thy lips, fruit of the vine      shall evoke a taste of shame Martyred bloodshed cup of wine     invisible in His name. Thy wrath befell upon the sight Of devils chance to winged flight                    Yet we                    Shall see Lion and lamb, lie down with thee. A Need To Pray As we awake to the echo of dawn with a silent reflection of day, our hearts and souls are renewed as we thank God by our need to pray. A need that is fueled by hope and a faith which is never betrayed, by God who delivers the saving rope as we climb the mount of temptation each day. If we misstep and lose our balance and begin to go astray our Lord will provide spiritual guidan

Listen To The Quiet The hush of falling snow the breath of stormy seas bIrds frolicking on the meadow forest parade of gallant trees. Honeysuckly sweet on the vine hummingbirds morning call with nectar a rose blush wine from Spring, through Summer and Fall. A windward breeze blows East the sun slumbers on the West natures masterpiece the day is done, now rest. The night devoid of sunlight caress the moon and stars at dusk fluorescent twilight guide seafarers from afar. Listen to the quiet hear the silent peace whisper in the moment our spirit to be set free. Log Cabin As I trudge through snow laiden foothills icy wind whipping my face biting cold surrounds me and the sun emerges with haste. My journey carries me forward over lifeless branches and leaves toward the snow capped high sierras home, to God’s country. I can see in the distance the canvas for my creation my dream springs to life only in my imagination. In the future I see a clearing a cozy and quaint log cabin nestled among i