(2015)
Winter Haiku
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
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
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,