(2013)
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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.
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.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
