the worst part of waiting
is rehearsing every possible scenario
five thousand times
All articles filed in napowrimo
the color of the wheat fields
if i had to say what i am
i would not be the wandering star-child
nor the thorn-encumbered rose
deepened
sometimes i forget that we age.
i have seen green girls grow laugh lines
and traced the silver glinting in boys’ unruly curls …
sad haiku
and so here i sit
writing sad haiku while some-
where you are sleeping
breathing
when my insufficiencies are too much with me,
i remember the sun-sparkling dew drops
in the cups of the columbine leaves
and remember again to breathe.
the poppies
the redbud is shedding petals
over the poppy bed like an excited flower girl,
bright fuchsia buds caught on soft fuzzy leaves.
hailku
hail bounced like popcorn
on the pavement, frozen for
only a moment
yet to come
my personal theory is that Heaven
looks a lot like Northern Ireland,
where thorny gorse blooms golden
on the rugged hills
shining
the forsythia has been slow to bloom this spring,
green leaves creeping up its tangled branches
and unfurling with no sign of flowers at all.
dwindling to dust
the butter-yellow tulip
has now faded to cream,
streaks of rose gracing
the pale petals as they
bend back toward the earth.