Blanket of seagulls
Trying to keep the beach warm,
Oh, they’re unravelling.
I wipe my finger
Around the rim of my mind
Lifting out a poem
Cat laces itself
Ahead of me up the stairs
Welcoming me home.
One of my sons looked
Up at the moon and gave
Me the gift of “sky ball”
The train flanked a field
And simultaneously
Farmer and I waved.
Conscious breathing fans
The spark of intuition
T’ward enlightenment.
The greatest gift I
Bring you is “I love you, but”
MySelf I love more.
Spring haiku
Fingertips of rain
Tapping morse code secrets on
“Won’t tell a soul’ leaves.
Coaxed into magic
By someone who believes in
It, but not too much.
I wanted to rest
My head on the shoulder of
His voice forever.
This is what I saw:
Clouds formed a perfect keyhole
Around a lone star.
I am ageless, but
In a body that grows old
Curious….
Amused…
Distraught…
Amazed…
I observe.
Something of value,
For I am a signed copy
In this book of life.
Haiku for a wasp about to land in my salad
I do hope I would
Approve of where your multi-
feet have been lately!
Pigeons wading through
Pathway puddles must have on
Their waterproof socks.