Click. Tap. Gentle
movement of fingers and heart carry
above oceans, across latitudes,
virtually closer than these sighs
which turn quickly
to ice on the windows.
winter
Haiku 01.09.2014
how far shadows cast
unforgiving air into
these coldhearted rooms
layering
blue wool rug hauled up from the basement,
orange cat curls into its warmth
Return
We waited for explanations, answers,
eager to get to the point in the tale when hearts lift, when souls
open with waves of forgiveness,
washing across us the way spring tides
pull flotsam back into oceans.
We gathered with our hat brims uncurled,
our expectations prepared and our shovels readied
as the blizzard of truth swirled
over the face of the world.