(2015)
Winter Haiku
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life