Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awe, bread, change, crow, haiku, heart, listening, lock, love, poem, transience, uncertainty on January 12, 2012| 2 Comments »
too many to count
petals on the orchard floor
he loves me?
*
rusted lock
in the heart’s back pocket
a spare key
*
snow on the ridges
come spring what else
will be missing?
*
almost asleep
these hands still kneading
soft dough
*
he talks
and talks and talks and talks
about listening
*
no temple bells
still the crow goes on
about awe, awe
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blossoming, haiku, infinite, poem, puddles, sky, spirituality, uncertainty on January 11, 2012| 3 Comments »
impossibly, there
is in me enough sky for
these great blue wings
*
in these dark halls
I wander the meadow
unfolding inside me
*
your
blossoming my
blossoming
*
you look so funny said
the goose, as I lurched to
avoid the puddles
*
lost, at last
now I can get on
with my life