This Haiku: Doors

This is just a dream
And you and I the dreamers
And our tale, dreamy

This Haiku: Ant Pic-nic

Where are our manners
We came without permission
Shall we go or stay

You reach and dig deep
You overcome obstacles
You find flowers there
Student Art Credit: Miriam

All the hers you hold
With hearts hurting or torn out
You tell them their worth

The courageous hand

We musn’t take for granted

And how it guides us

Nothing? Don’t say it.
It’s everything, this, your breath.
Courage and fear merged.

The Marvel of you
Truer than Superman blue
Free as Flash green ought

If this be the last

You will know I gave my all

All my heart to you

What will you tell me

Of the depths of my belov’d

Can he catch my heart

There will be children
They will need your strong shoulders
You will need their smiles
Juneau Monument; Milwaukee, WI