Our daily efforts and failings. And all the while, there is beauty around us

I write, erase, rewrite,
Erase again, and then
A poppy blooms

Hokushi, 1603-1868, Japanese haiku poet.

Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.

It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.

Billy Collins, PIcnic, Lightning [excerpt]