wings of haiku

lonely wasted heart seek your ancient home inside uncover your joy

marble-fisted doubt open to the shards of glass diamonds in the light

Broken Haiku

embrace

the shade of

the moon

is full

of itself

the joy

of empty

Kisses

and then you brought me


a basket of warm kisses


through long years of snow

Living Well

to live well beyond


your means, find wealth in the breath


that fills you with light

autumn blue

staring up into


porcelain sky glazed deep blue


fickle fall breaks through


 

Memory of Anita

Autumn's golden light
reminds me how she would burst,
"Daffodils bloom again."

anniversary haiku

we dive together


like bees into wild roses


hearts surging nectar

Living Under Water (or Why I Like Haiku)

What I love most is
the peace I find floating as
weightless as the wind.




To rise, I reach out
with a deliberate pull.
There's no end to up.

 

A pulsing silence
surges like currents of heart,
sways lanky red reeds.




Under shaded wave
we breathe in the dappled light,
shed our rippled skin.