(2013)
Haiku about friends
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.