Empathy
a drop of water
hangs on the end
of this bamboo spout - I sniff
Alone
how fragile the evening -
this huge silence
about to burst
Discarded Haiku
flakes of paper ash -
yesterday a sleeping
butterfly
Middle of July
Breathless days and sauna nights
Summer's lethargy
In their garden pool
Irises rise cool and tall
Like pastel water
Laughter of the rain
Crisp and clean like silver bells
Cool as lemonade
Larking breezes spread
The old secrets shadows tell
In idle gossip
from her back garden at far distance she can see,
across the meadows, sun setting into the sea,
her memories race to times to what it had been,
they walk along the bay, hands clutching love between,
golden evening skies with breeze that would come to please,
alone in her late years, they now come, come to tease.
Blossom seems to rise
Spirals up to waiting branch
Ah! A butterfly
Whirlwind rushes by
Swirling flashes snowy white
Butterflies dancing
Don your party wings
Come to the Butterfly Ball
Dance now winter's gone
The skeletal dome,?
a ghost of Hiroshima's pain,?
stands against the sky.
A child's hand,?
small and delicate,?
traces the curve of a crane.
Paper wings unfold,
?a fragile hope,
?a plea for peace.
The clamor heard in
The awakening of Spring
Dies down in Summer
Revives briefly 'til
The crisp tanginess of Fall
Succumbs to Winter
Sun looks down upon
A field of yellow flowers
Sees mirror image
Sunflowers gaze up
Stunned to see there beaming back
Their own reflection
Metered fast or slow
There's a kind of poetry
In the sound of rain
The Grand Canyon is
A poem about Nature
That's writing itself
Sunbeams bright as gold
Turning night to joyous day
World wakes up smiling
Smell the storm's burden
The wind is choked with sorrows
Sadder far than rain
Art higher than clouds
Who can read the stars can read
The world's destiny
Stars in tidal pools
The moon submerged in dewdrops
The sun in a smile
Screaming throwing things
Nature's on a tear again
Best to duck and run
Christmas is just like
a handful of Heaven
When love is the meaning
and reason to be
Where peace is united
and happiness rules
And beauty awakens
like lights on a tree
Tinsel and Garland
are angels in waiting
They make what's lovely
just only moreso
And presents are simply
a happy reminder
The gift of forever
with all that we know
Christmas is just like
a handful of Heaven
A taste of the joyous
all wrapped up in fun
Time to remember
that love will abide us
From Christmases past
to when we are one
As seasons change we
Watch in awe as Nature works
Her silent wonders
On summer mornings
All the world is bright and fresh
And brimming with life
A fickle lover
Summer steals a kiss then runs
Straight to arms of Fall
Indian Summer
Autumn nervous in the wings
Tough act to follow
Seasonal job ad
Summer tenure ending soon
Needed temp for Fall
I bought loads of fruit with my chums
But I was all fingers and thumbs
I went all shades of red
When I dropped some and said
Hey lady, would you grab my plums?
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds that you plant.
—Robert Louis Stevenson
A HANDFUL OF SEEDS-RLS
Plenipotentiary plea,
A handful of seeds; on bent knee.
Tilling the soil of the deceased,
As the sun rises in the East.
Before elements feed the seeds,
Praising Christ, plucking up the weeds,
Taking the win against the beast,
As the sun rises in the East.
Smiles, friendships, with sweat and tears,
Sprinkled with hope, warmth pioneers.
Thinking of Christ, helping the least,
As the sun rises in the East.
Prizing the kids, right from the start.
Rich, full of life ~ they are the heart.
All that are Christ’s will join the feast,
As the sun rises in the East.
Lightning's her giggle
Thunder's her belly laugh
Rainbow's Nature's smile
Rivulets run down
Like tears from a weeping hill
Quenching valley's thirst
Stars have no power
There's no magic in moonlight
Rain's not angels' tears
With time and nature
Diamonds from coal and pearls
Congealed oyster spit
You can't fool Nature
She demands variety
All part of the Plan
From Nature's viewpoint
Each season in its own turn
Is the loveliest
Like the souls of trees
Naked branches in Winter
Pray for early Spring
The earth cannot die
Nature is eternal life
Resurrects each Spring
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