(2013)
Haiku about friends
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
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…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light