Morning Walk

As I walked the dog early this cold winter morning, I looked up at the star filled sky, heard a flock of wild geese as they flew above and in the east, the horizon beginning to grow lighter as the sun began to rise. I came home and wrote this haiku on what I saw, looking around at my place in this world, seeking to find poetry in a simple walk with the dog.

Stars pulsate above

wild geese noisily flying

eastern sky lightens

Five Haiku’s

My Child

Her tears were falling

washing memories away

of the empty crib.

Pilate

He sits at table

reaches for the blood red wine

with his blood stained hand.

Good Friday

Day has become night

the condemned slowly die

the people walk away.

Maundy Thursday

Bread is broken open

dirty feet cleansed with his tears

as wine becomes blood.

Love Lost

In the dim moonlight

I reach out to feel your warmth

in that vacant space.