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

Lovers Lament

The river flows dark and cold
memories dance 
down this viscous highway 
sparkling eyes of a young girl
dreaming of her lover
across on the other shore
a lone bell rings
echoing across the valley
reminding her of loss
the river flows deep and muddy
where bones lie quiet
and catfish roam

Early Morning

There are a thousand stories to be told before they are lost in the wind. Each story contains a glimmer of the true self, the one hidden by the scars accrued over a lifetime. The bitterness that comes from a lost love, lost dreams, lost desire, the losses we wear to cover our hearts true nature. In the early hours, before the sun has risen and the world is quiet, if we take a moment to sit in silence we may hear that small voice calling us to strip away those layers, to lay naked once again before God.

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.