Not idly doth the east wind blow
So cool and whistling clear
Nor do in vain the rains follow
Patt’ring for all to hear
Not quiet is the western wind
When it winds to and fro
It twists and eddies as if twinned
With crooked creeks below
Not bashful is the wind from north
Its biting, frigid breath
With fervor does it sally forth
Along with wintry death
The south wind is, ‘mong them, a boon
That carries warm and welcome air
That sighs on us like to the moon
So free, so kind, and best: so fair
As the sun crosses the sky
And the blossoms wilt
And the seasons change
The universe exhorts:
Be unquiet
Unbound
Unfettered
Dance with Fate
She is your partner
Lift your feet from the ground
And demand
Life
Unshackled
Oft I write haiku
When I know not what to do
This I know is true
Desperate longing, clinging
Holding to an idea
Feeling a moment
With all senses
Heart beating in parallel
With a younger heart
Stomach turning inside out
At something remembered
Smells and tastes alight the mind
As sounds and visions scurry back
Filling the eyes and ears
With moments
Long gone
A funny thing is truth
When one’s own mind can lie
The sky’s dappled blue
With grey clouds the sun peeks through
As the day brightens
Snow in April,
Snow in May!
Snow to take your breath away!
Bringing chill to your spring day!
What must we be treated this way?
Pages that pull you in
Pages that smell new
Pages that vibrate with life
They are joy
Why is it when it rains, the sky
Feels as if it embraces?
Why is it when the sun goes down
We see such heav’nly faces?
Why is it that the beauty lies
In shadows under trees?
Where dappled light and whistling air
Dance light amid the breeze?
For all is neither light nor dark
All exists in between
And life’s true wonder hides amidst
That which is oft unseen
Though we are bound by space
In this life
That space between is never far
But
Nor can it ever be crossed
Not quite
A Poem A Day 