5/26/2023 – how often

How often do I think of you?

As often as the breezes blow
As often as the tree frogs sing
As often as the new sprouts grow
As often as the birds take wing

5/25/2023 – a haiku

A fast-rising wind
Blows quick across the landscape
And all comes alive

I love no silence more

Than silence with you

Above the crashing human sounds
Beyond the grey of block and steel
A different, brighter truth abounds
There where we go if we can break the wheel

I find it vexing:
Even over a cursed day
Bright is the sunrise

Sit by me in the dappled sunshine
Beneath the bright green leaves
Whisper in my ear of love and lust and simple things
That I would hear

In fits and starts of wisdom oft
The pen on paper finds its way
Till when you lift the pen aloft
With naught unwritten that you wished to say

Bring the horizon
Pull it to you if you must
And look beyond it

Look with me over the edge
Past the tall naked trees
Past the well-kempt lawns
Past the gardens of flowers
And foods

Look with me over the edge
Past the garish floodlamps
Past the overwrought buildings
Past the roads to everywhere
And nowhere

Look with me over the edge
Where something yet unheard
Where something yet unseen
Where something yet unknown
And wondrous

Waits

The springtime blossoms comfort me
Speak to me
Of life
Sing to me
Of brighter times