4/11/2022 – a haiku

I sought the sunrise
And found grey obscuring it
So I learned to fly

4/9/2022 – the sea’s awaiting me

I run across the soft green moss
Toward the crashing sea
For past the sands and rocky lands
The sea’s awaiting me

The birds are chirping
At long last having returned
They sing, “awaken!”

I see sunlight peek through
The grey
Puncture the drear

I set down my pen
And finish my water
And don my shoes
And open the door

Yet when I run toward that sunlight
It is gone

Having awaited me while I
Set down my pen
Finished my water
Donned my shoes
Opened the door

It left, saddened at my absence

So quiet was I when the light
Of stars shone in my mind
Their brilliance reached past earthly sight
Allowing me to find

At last creation’s spark so rare
That which I daily seek
Yet find only in silent air
When my tongue has been meek

The sunrise shines through
And opens my eyes at last
To the winter’s end

That I stand here now
Means not that I will tomorrow

There is
On the wind
A secret word

One biting
One thrilling
One true

Yet to hear it
One must listen

Now the grasses grow
Reaching careful through the soil
And toward the skies

I walk amidst the burning trees
And wonder I aloud:
What worth had that which cost us these?
Of this choice are we proud?