(2015)
Winter Haiku
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most