(2013)
Haiku about friends
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes