5/5/2023 – canopies of green

If under canopies of green
You find me in the afternoon
Leave me to hear the evening breeze
And wonder at the rising moon

5/4/2023 – a (May the Fourth) haiku

Let’s look to the stars
Imagine a thousand worlds
Full of joyous life

If I could choose again
I would choose the same

Wash me of old-begotten woes
And cut my storied locks
Set mud and sand between my toes
And toss the rotted socks

Hurried sprouts spring high
With suddenness at the sun
To see it at last

Alas for me
That I circle so
In my mind’s recesses

Alas for me
That I trundle on
When I could stop and feel

Alas for me
That I wait
For what may never come

Alas for me
That I die
In living for anything
But now

Wander there with me
Where what’s known meets horizons
That we might be free

Though oft I find I tremble for
The shadowed road ahead
Or that which on my heart so wore
And left my soul for dead

I find a solace in the night
A truth silent and free:
That if I wish to find the light
Oft I must let the shadows speak to me

The seasons change, and still I want
For things that seemed so near
The wishes of a young man haunt
This older version’s ear

I am but a man
Yet I yearn to fly higher
Rise above myself