You opened your hand
Though all your synapses say
Clench your fist tightly
“March Again” -a haiku
I’ll repeat this here
There is an ease in their eyes
You’ll need it too now
Baton
There’s neither pressure
Nor something to prove
What purpose the drum
Why the brass, you ask
The warmth ‘neath your hand
Keeping most perfect time
The cool clarity
Holds your crystalline mind
The team of the two
If they will become friends
A life-force
That will deliver you
In Sight
Searching one day
Inward to learn
To finally find
That I favored orange
And spice
And softness after all
Overnight -treasure!
To outward know
I’ll still seek
Through the seeming black
For not cinnamon
For clove perhaps
Asked & Answered: A Haiku
I’d hoped to help heal
Or at least I’d save myself
Invisible ink
hex
Unified
Driven
Brilliant to boot
Serving
To insulate
From cold
From disdain
Scattering
To reflect
Reminding
Of light
believers
Look! Here comes the morning
And we’re destined
Let it kiss the forehead of us
As if all is well
Princess Cut
A sister served to remind
That I tell you
Here
In the fall, I lost my ring
But not my promise
And I wait
I was gardening
Hands, feet and brow covered in dirt
In beautiful dirt
Making things pretty
So it’s okay
What else is there to tell
Oh
Yes
There is such difficulty in this
If there are choices
I’d say I’ve chosen
To not see, that I’d not know
So many else forget
Protect your eyes
Your skin, your perceptions
Keep clean from consensual dirt
This is that
Promise
Colonial
A moment of balance
In muslin white and waiting for them
On the outside looking in
But content
It’s an odd hour
What have you to do anyway
Return home, to the heat
Don comfortable clothes
And be with the telly and takeout
Freckles: A Haiku
Start at the center.
Follow through to the outside.
Love it. Love it all.
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