(2013)
Haiku about friends
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…