(2013)
Haiku about friends
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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
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,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
