cold bite in the wind
a chill runs through the morning
low sun glowing bright
breaks through the waiting winter
not ready to say goodbye
Month: September 2016
Black out
Stars shine with a dull glare,
night not quite black
anymore
numb as I.
The hug of bark
Uncomfortable yet comforting. I sit in the tree. The willow branches falling. A shield from the world. Soon I’ll go. Jump down. Return. To the day to day; work, school, life. For now I lie upon the rough bark. Close my eyes. No disruption. No surprises. My choice. My time.
After Midnight
still skies, moonlight paints
your dappled skin, time will fade.
Haiku 49
I wait for the stars
the constellations singing
your soft voice unheard
Murky waters
Still water, clear and fine
a fish swirls, sudden movement
clouds follow, soil disturbed
Scenery
Waterfall of thoughts cascade through my mind. Stream trickles down my neck. Icy cold, a shiver. Flowing, heavy on my chest. Struggle to breathe. I’m drowning.
Broken breath
Watching through the kitchen window
in the empty garden
the trampoline dances
september rain falling
The leaf in the darkness
gnarled branches
flaking bark
battered tree withered
fighting still
a green flourish
fresh bud breaks through
blossom, blooming
reaching, stretching
life renewed.