She dressed up
Silly little, frilly little
Dress
For him, for her
Can her smile truly know?
Were the days
Was her heart
Not pretty enough?
Why dress up
Why wrap in shining paper
Already there, forever there
Love
The World whispered so
Vintage Resale Shop
I don’t doubt you
Having
My vintage resale shop painting
Blue and flowers, of course
You see just me
Hanging
Your wall facing North, due North
Pining or laughing, or both
Possibilities in Haiku
Clover Inside
The let-go girl, I tell you
See her, be her
Lest they make certain you’ll wish you were her
Your time for helping about
For tending clover, for being home
Gone, then
Wilted, without having seen the sun
Cancelled, before commencement
So plant your smile inside you now
Let go, girl
Telltale
I know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants
The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue
O’ Our Stars
Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars
I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours
If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true
You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you
A Walking One
It’s here now, all of it
Each luscious ounce and raw and grace-filled moment of it
None waiting nor striving
No rushing to get
Walk and know it ‘fore it ends
Haiku Mess
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
Slight
This Business
Leftover sandwiches and lies
Ignoring the Goddess of you
The light at the table, blasphemed away
Slighted before,
But come now
Bring your intellect and intuit
Let us peace-make and pray
Let us paint anew
