This Haiku: No Gloves

It knows all of me.
I hear it in my air. Why?
That song’s a fighter.

I’ll step in the ring.
Hoping our song together
will gain us the win.

This Haiku: All The Minutes

Regardless of if
it’s my friend or my foe, I
must make peace in it.

Always at breakfast
Let’s look down at our instep
And see perfection

Our hearts leap and spy
On the floor, near the table
The blessed red capes

All night the candle
Burned bright, flickering, hoping
For tea in the morn’

Don’t you dare duck out
Before eternity’s done
These paths beg our hands

There’s a lush green place
Inside each of us, there is
That gives and receives

Bird Two said, “Bird One,
yes -let’s have This with our That.
You fine, feathered friend.”

Each Day, you gift me.
Each day, I’ll honor you. I’ll
look you in your eyes.

I gave my best coin
To a tall, steely machine
Now I wait and see

How you speak to me
is always the only truth.
Look deep. Speak now soul!