What force upon this misbegotten ground–
Chock full of metals foreign to its soil–
Could bring it from a haunted burial ground
Back to its verdant days, with naught but toil?
1/22/2022
I can hear a distant melody
Whispering on the wind
From lands far past the horizon
Telling stories of places
And peoples
And wonders
I have not yet known
1/21/2022 – a haiku
Little do I know
Of the world beyond my own
But I can yet learn
1/20/2022 – leap
I have but to breathe and plant my feet
To sense the steady earth beneath my toes
Look up toward the sky which I will meet
Reach for it with my hands and eyes and nose
And leap
1/19/2022 – a haiku
Without this sweet song
Playing soft notes in my head
I could scarcely breathe
1/18/2022
Wherefore does the wind blow so
And where does it blow to?
1/17/2022
This morning, there was
A swift sunrise
A brisk breeze
And skies blue as the seas
Leastways
For me
1/15/2022 – a haiku
The universe sighs
Overhead, stars twinkle bright
And all moves as one
1/14/2022
At last the horizon beckons
And landfall awaits
A white shore
And high mountains
At long last, in view
1/13/2022
With breath that joins, like clouds, the frigid air
My cheeks are roses, frozen red until
I reach the hearth; such life awaits me there
Where I at last escape the winter’s chill
A Poem A Day 