Sun serenaded
Lazy fan blades harmonized
Sun drummed the backbeat
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Wild Blood
Each new day the dust and frenzy are more hard to contain
It’s clear I’ll need that cowhand after all -irreverent as he is
And leather, and spurs of solid silver, and who knows how many inches of rope
This will cost me
Damned thoroughbred
This Haiku: Make Nice
Finished forgiving,
place the bow back in my hair
and I will smooth yours.
This Haiku: Love, Lisa
Shout to your shadows
Tell them to meet me outside
I know where they live
This Haiku: Breathe Safe
Hang your worn and torn
On My strong, shining shoulders
Ask of Me your “Why?”
Matthew 11:28-30
Lake Michigan, Milwaukee, Wisconsin; June 2015
This Haiku: Excuse Me
Desire. Devotion.
May I steadfast kiss the sky
in sweet slow-motion.
Sweatshine
Who could decry humidity on hardwood floors
The delight my footsteps find in it
Reminding me the date square on the calendar grants invitation
To bear my skin today
Shoulders and toes, midriff maybe
I laugh and pirouette at the thought
Each degree of my foot’s spin lingers longer
Home on hardwood floors
This Haiku: Answerless
I have just released
All the ties that confuse me
Heart and hands unclenched
This Haiku: Sentry
I’ll tether starlight
To your wandering heartstrings
When darkness bids “come”
This Haiku: Light Another Candle
What is there to do
when the Day is not your Day?
Take a diff’rent breath.
