Have you felt invisible
Made from supernatural
Then unmade by someone’s lack?
So have some of us
We become as sunflowers, though
We watch for a flicker
We turn in accordance
We thrive in The Light
blaze
I am to go deep with you
Some say I have
Some ask what for
I know there’s no secret You
No obscure path
No hide and seek
I, Earthbound, in need of you
You, Smith…I, rod
You, Shield…I, scout
Impart
Give me, gift me your assignment now that you are gone, for I was to each day greet your wrinkles, your papers: My touch, the unsugar-coated ink atop your laugh lines, your copy lines…my voice, an unedited reporting of your happiness, your joy.
Reserved: A Haiku
The wolf surveyed me
And I held my very breath
Until he saw fit
High Point
I swear the squirrel
Said make no sound
And followed her own advice
Having the choice
Of shade or sun
Opted for lowly and nice
Still she travelled
Efficiently
And got where she hoped to be
I own peanuts
I’ll share with her
Since she shares wisdom with me
Withering Smile
Once the hydrangeas have decided, there is no turning back. They bloom just for you. Intentionally. Enough sweltering days strung one-after-another makes them crazy enough to believe.
And delusional. They let you walk ever-so-near. They don’t see you’ve a gardener’s shears behind your back. And your intention…to display them on your basement table.
Wing
It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.
Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.
This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.
A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.
This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.
Generalized
In the green, green grass
Where we all wish to be
A smiling, warm shoulder
Honest and timeless
The snare of sin
And proper loneliness thereafter
Wait. That’s just me
Independence Day: A Someday Haiku
Hearts, free…exploding!
But wouldn’t it have been fine
This Someday, with you?
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