9/21/2022 – the new beginning

Ash in the air
From a fire burning
Many miles past the horizon

Falls in my vision
Dust of the world

I can smell the ending

But so too can I sense
The new beginning

9/20/2022 – a haiku

Just walk beside me
Here at the seasons’ turning
Let me hold to you

With gladness did I wake today
Amidst these trappings old

Walk with me
In places new
Where we might find
Truths not yet uncovered
By anyone else
Who might walk
There

A starlit forest glowing bright
Beneath the heavens’ gaze
Soothes quick my heart, bereft of light
Until I saw its rays

I can smell a change
A turning writ on the wind
I turn, and follow

The autumn breeze
Cools my skin
Opens my nostrils
Carries with it
The songs of a thousand beings
That wait patiently
For what comes

It is with solemn gladness that
I walk into the fog
And wonder at what lies beyond
What myst’ries I might see

Let us settle in
And listen to the crickets
Chirping in the night

I can’t but doubt that my footfalls
Will stand the test of time
Will hold up ‘neath the summer squalls
And with the hist’ries rhyme

And yet there is that niggling thought
Within the crowded mind:
That one man’s struggles really ought
Not live when he has slipped his earthly bind.