haiku – Page 16

Gloves

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

Fallen leaves gathered
We decorate our clothing
Wearing the season

A slice of your love
served on German porcelain
eaten like the French

I bid you Adieu
See you when the sunset ends
Speaking to the stars

A Forest Spirit
Softly moving through the snow
No words left to say

Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit