(2013)
Haiku about friends
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people