6/2/2022 – a haiku

The grasses grow high
As the skies endlessly weep
And all earth turns green

6/1/2022 – the dirt that is today

The babbling brook that runs along
The road that I call home
Does often sing a quiet song
When it thinks it’s alone

It sings of saplings growing there
Upon the river’s bank
So too it sings of cleaner air
Before the land so stank

And though it flows out to the sea
And passes much that way
First it laments of ‘now’ to me:
The dirt that is today

I hear the birds chirping
Their babies squeaking
In a cacophonous harmony

Over all the cacophony
Theirs is a world apart
One where chaos
Is beauty
Discord, peace

I seek out wisdom
Yet as moments hurry on
I remain unwise

The forest waits for no man as
Ever it grows and grows
And yet beneath its boughs there is
Unchanging character

Cool ‘neath my fingers
We make new life together
Briefly sung, then gone

As the waves curl
And the wind sings
I see the sun sparkle in the distance

And though the hard ground
Is not there
And the waters rise
And fall

And though others
Are distant
And the trees
One color on the painted land

I am safe
Here

This burned ground
Hides life beneath it
Even as it speaks
Of death

Seeds whirl to the ground
Or ride upon blustering wind
They are a promise

Were I to wake some clouded day
And speak unto the sun
Would it come forward at my call?
Would morn’s grey be undone?