(2015)
Winter Haiku
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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…
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.