butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
have a carefor the weapons you chooselest they be turned
sirens in the dark — war is only unlike usin our dreams
searing blue aboveyellow wheat fields in the wind —peace again the point
koi flashing orangefrom the depths of the pond —did someone say spring?
winter rain —we ready ourselvesfor layers of ice
the front yard bunnylopes along from patch to patchcheering on the grass
ageless pleasures —leaning towards the sunshinewhistling the old songs
milkweed seed podsempty as last year's nests —winter leaving notes
wind's eerie song —we wait for the soundof trees giving in
cold chimney airwet socks from worn-through boots —winter coming close
high overheadthe sound of a branch cracking —sudden winter squall
scrape a holethen pull dirt in around you —a home for anger
icy full moonstubbornly out of reach —does she think of me?
every trip we plansqueezing through hope and worry —will they welcome us?
busy morning birdsseeming nearly spherical —not spring after all
double recess —the skip in her stephops over to ours
huge flocks of starlings lifting the morning upwith them again
peeling off my coatwith gloves stuffed into pockets —belief in spring
spiders starting over —the way I think to call youtoo late every night
still hanging thereat the tips of every branch —yesterday's rain
I can hold the branchhere between the thornsso you can follow
when we movewe may come back in winterto visit the snowdrops
I set an alarmso I could watch you sleeping —guarding my pleasure
shared meals, shared movieswe try to think of the last timethe old ways fading
morning fog —sparrows reminding each otherwhere there might be seeds
just enough starlightfor their own constellations —rabbit tracks in snow
