This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders
carry the stiff and tenacious carelessly
like rucksacks on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
Month: September 2014
cannot forgive
If I cannot forgive
all of my actions
maybe I can start with this hand.
If I cannot forgive all of my decisions, maybe I can start
with this thought.
If I cannot forgive
myself
Maybe I can start with my heart.
Haiku 9.17
Foot fall wears this green
path brown with worry. Queen Anne
gathers the late sun.
Haiku 9.11
White-haired diva lifts
stick and stout shoes to cross over
trembling wildflowers
Haiku 9.8
Gold curtains fade rose
then white gray as day plummets.
Cat bathes on the sill.
Haiku 09.04
Porch lights scar dark hills
veined by turbulent highways —
red leaf flails in rain
