Haiku – Page 15

Friday

A Friday sick day
Whispering deep grey today
Wishing for my bae

A knot to bind us
tie a knot around our hands
together forever

Thoughts of the virgin
my stoic apparition
beckoning me home

Frost in the morning
A quiet mist hanging low
Gloves for the journey

nature’s cute carpet
standing in the numbing cold
a winterish night

Another book waits
A few already devoured
My books sit watching

To find you standing
beside me, alive and well
speaking once again.

Happy Birthday, Brother!

David died in 2015 (not long after his 46th birthday), yet I still think about how my brother used to say my name. I miss him. He would be 53 today.

phosphorescent sea
watching from the dark shore
jolted from sleep

Restive Saturday
Winter moving through the hills
Watching the grass move

Fallen leaves gathered
We decorate our clothing
Wearing the season