(2015)
Winter Haiku
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
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
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
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.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes