(2013)
Haiku about friends
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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,
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…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes