Friday, May 18, 2007

noctural wanderings

embracing graceful
abilities to again
pen haiku as breath

and when I think slow
will it blossom again?
i can only hope so

at the park today
children amassed woodchip piles
boys against the girls

something is brewing
can you feel it in the air?
conspires, keeps me up

old friend wrote today
"lovely to hear from me"
oh that they replied!

sleeping strongly advised
why the resistance?
i might miss something!

love keeps me company
it's sleeping in the other room
seven years of it

what kind of day comes
tomorrow? i suppose one
as precious as today

Friday, May 04, 2007

i walk in circles with myself
knowing that for all of spring's blossoms that may birth fruit
where butterflies or bees stopped to bless them
there are moons that must wax and wane
before the harvest time

and the moon will not be rushed