late afternoon sun
…something deeper in us longs
……with each breath we die
Impermanence Haiku
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Purple Crocuses Haiku
………purple crocuses
……amidst leftover fall leaves
…childhood spring memories
Discovering Spring’s Promise One Early April Morning
Spring’s back, her presence all about
Bluebells soaking up sun by the giant oak tree
Perky yellow daffodils lining the cobblestone walkway
Gossiping in the gentle morning breeze
Cardinals and robins know what’s ahead
Things we can’t foresee
Their sweet songs drift across the back woods
Poetry in honor of spring’s eternal promise
One can’t help but dawdle
Linger in the sunshine
Robin egg blue daydreams fill our heads
Carrying us off, another place and time
No escaping her contagious spell
Cast upon us, we dally
For just an instant, forget ourselves
Remembering things that really matter
Early Spring Promises
On this eve of first April
We cannot but wonder
Whether fools we are by nature
Or partisan glad tidings we keep
March has nearly passed
Just moments left to go
Before we turn the page
Another month we must ready to go
They speak of spring
Its renewing praises we sing
Yet monarch butterflies lie so far ahead
Warm weather surely awaits us all
Sometimes I sit in hopeless wonder
Wishing intermittent patches of sun
Could only grow
Filling us complete, inside and out
Spring of course waits no person
Not a one ever so worthy
And so I sit and patiently wait
Spring, its promises, never can break
Witnessing Spring
Flickering moments of light
Faint memories
Wayward ghosts wandering in unplowed fields
Spring is nigh
Soon the farmer will plow his fields
Once in a while we’re lucky
A new window opens
We see past our narcissistic pain
What we think we can’t live without
What the farmer must plow under
It takes courage
To leave things as they are
To be just the witness–
Watching the watcher
Till both become one
Spring is a good thing
Especially after a long hard winter
It’s time to plow the fields
Laugh and dance
Sit without purpose in the sun
Youth’s Spring Within Us
Just because it’s spring
Doesn’t let us off the hook
To be all we can be
At times, more than we imagine
So many springs come back to me
In memories, long lost moments
Hovering in universal timeless expectation
That place we wait till peace finds us
One place I shall always remember
And truly honor till it completely fills me
Is the side yard of our house on Indiana Street in Martins Ferry
Where each spring the forsythia blazed in golden glory
And where amidst this blaze
Truth never waited, dallied, or slumbered
While what we truly are, bloomed
In each breath we took
Watching a Farm Awaken
I love the way a farm awakens
especially in the early spring
How it knows to be itself
Just like the faded red barn knows
there is nothing but the moment
What we see between sips of morning coffee
I love the morning songs cardinals sing
Chips and whistles carried by the wind
Who isn’t spellbound by how
the darkness slowly gives way to light
How the old barn never complains, or begs
for a fresh coat of red paint
I love the way the morning fog hugs low places
in the still unplowed fields
Where soon fresh ears of corn will grow
And crows will wait in anxious clusters
Sumptuous meals, Heaven’s delight
Yes, I love the way a farm awakens
especially in the early spring
There the soul knows no boundaries
Its vastness spreads in quiet repose
Across a to be defined horizon
Painting a pretty picture, a new day begins
Spring Beauty in Focus
Springtime
New beauty born
New beauty in our lives
Sharper focus on life’s becoming
Sometimes we try too hard
To be what we’re not
Possess what’s not ours
Fight who we are
Red tulips in a garden
No bucking the tide
Or clinging to anything
They simply are
We give the tulips our attention
They smile, their redness grows even brighter
We look beyond them
Life’s eternal fountain appears
We look inside ourselves
There our beauty lies
Eternal spring within our hearts
Our beauty comes into focus
