(2014)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
YOU and are not us.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
