In darkness do I ever find
The brightest shards of stars
Author: adamcallahan117
3/17/2023 – a haiku
Stay close beside me
And let us sit quietly
Me tight in your arms
3/16/2023 – in that stony face
Deep in the woods
My mind wanders
Beneath the dry leaves underfoot
Beneath the roots knotting
Beneath the critters crawling
Beneath the rains seeping
Beneath the very bedrock
Upon which it all stands
And there under the life I know
I find a life I do not
One of centuries
Millennia
Eons
But still I recognize
And see in that stony face
My own
3/15/2023 – to Summer
You are a mem’ry, yet you are
Not gone, here lost only to sight
Shining bright as the northern star
When we peek past trees to your light
Your warmth is near as the hearth fire
Your rhythm plays in ev’ry breeze
Your boundless love do we aspire
To give with such unhindered ease
Stay close beside us for a while
Though there’s much we can share no more
Let’s share one more laugh, one more smile
One moment like it was before
3/14/2023 – a haiku
Cracks between the clouds
Shine hot against frozen cheeks
A promise of change
3/13/2023 – not yet spring
The high boughs creak beneath the snow
As wind chimes in the twigs
Once more the northern reaches blow
And freeze the early sprigs
3/12/2023 – till the silence reigns
In the silence
All is louder
Yet all that is louder
I find I can quiet
Till the silence
Reigns

3/10/2023 – the way you showed (ode to a dog)
In five short years so much you’ve taught
Of how creatures can love
What I can be and how I ought
To, fearless, leap above
The stinging nettles of the earth
Though many they may be
I can but run with boundless mirth
The way you showed to me
3/9/2023 – a haiku
Another forgotten Thursday. Two poems today, then!
The music rises
Bright and ceaseless in my mind
Clear as cloudless dawn

3/8/2023 – unwooded heart
Beneath the snow-covered boughs
I hear a whisper
From the snow
From the canopy
From the wind
From the gnarled, unmoving bark
It tells of a quieter truth
A quieter life
Hard, but slow
Chaotic, but steady
Cold, but full of life
That I might hear that story
And hold it in my unwooded heart