Crocus, then
If we grant winter steal our bare shoulders
Shutter our hearts, deny our eyes open windows
Who then, of what mettle, would we be?
If not sun-filled and and mocking the chill
I should prefer my soul exiled
Some dark side of a most unearthly moon
Someplace Else: A Haiku
Too many church bells
Ringing out the empty hours
My village of one
Disappeared
I braved the elements for you
Chill and loneliness barefoot
Shoulders faint, but unafraid
Shield extended to cover you
Hunter and warrior I’ve been
Provider, defender I’ll be
Our roles reversed
Sacrificing me
You self-destructed a time ago
Your supernova has felled thee
Before You Kiss
Pretend you’ve a past together
For we’re all made of the exact same starlight stuff
We share an ilk
We each have hopes
Pretend that time stood still on your best schoolday
That you mean to steal a kiss before the bus departs
That Summer is on the horizon
All is right and you can do no wrong
Launch
A resounding “Atta Girl!”
He proclaimed today
Looking East from the mountains
He saw I’d be okay
In his Rocky Mountain drawl
He quothed from afar
Calling out to let me know
He saw a still rock star
Original Thought Credit: “So What” A song by Pink
Orléans

And Yet: A Haiku
You loved him perfect
You protected his sorrow
You kept your bed pure
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God, I see You’ve been meddling in this from the start
Your majestic way
We two called upon You
We petitioned for Your peace
You answered with our miracle, praise!
Then how did his eyes stray?
Must he stroll away?
I still stand before You and my brother here
To confess the universe is wildly unpredictable, but this:
You granted love’s grace to us; and,
I do trust in You
Unschooling

What heaven awaits!