This Haiku: A Tender Twang

The Sun speaks to me
In a diff’rent dialect
Challenging heart’s ears

Once I’ve Cried

I want liberty
And license
And the style of a woman
Running free
Licking her fingers
Of the taste of your air

Billowing circles
All around for us to find
Life comes full circle

The Year of Ashes
I remember there was fire
Nothing’s the same since

In aching places
Would that we find peace as deep
And a smile as wide

Without fail he bends his light in love to you
And colors your name in all the spaces of his places
Run to him girl, pot of gold

A more true bow in all the rain in all the world you’ll not find
Redeem his hope and offer up your second chance
Soothe him girl, pot of gold

Those names that we choose
When we speak out to ourselves
Ought leap from God’s lips

We’ve made promises

Opportunities await

You’ve truth I must hear

I let close my eyes
I think of a rabbit farm
You make it come true

i see black n white

i see what should be secret

i see palms on glass