Barometer

All I ask
Keep me warm
Famous shining Sun

Cooled and upright
Mr. Wind
When my mind’s on you

Should the rain
Turn to snow
I will come prepared

Collective: A Haiku

Of these eyes you spoke
And of my ribbonless heart
Yes you didn’t know

Actual
Virtual
Premonition
Hope

Discerning you
Always
A mystery
They think

This complete contentment
To walk
Completely independent
Of the one who walks the same

The resonance notwithstanding
The skin
We’ve weaved and find meandering
Doesn’t matter to my name

In the writing world
In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world

Can I look at you
as I used to look at you?
I don’t know, can I?