(2015)
Winter Haiku
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
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.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to