(2015)
Winter Haiku
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
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.
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
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,