Monday, February 17, 2025

Haiku: December 24 - February 17

Mysteries abound
but I like well-worn sofas
for my ignorance.

Seven umbrellas
Shelter our heads to the bus
Laughing, relieved gasps

Running man to cross
Red man to draw me up short
Rain puddles, splatters

When the morning breaks
You turn your smile on me til
When dusk settles in.

Sketched for me to find, 
You draw worlds out from a phrase
Found at sentence depth.
 
Sleep on empty days?
I wish but there's more to do.
Let out a deep sigh.

The sound of footsteps
Either a mouse or a grown child
Just one is louder.

I can see blue skies
Through the gaps in tree branches.
Still yearning for leaves.

Week before New Year:
Left over Christmas regret
Mixed with unclaimed cheer.

Lights pulse with music.
Crowds pause to take their selfies.
Wander nighttime paths.

Change of the season.
Marked by the lengthening days. 
New Year starts slowly.

Grey skies and grey fog.
Obscured trees line the distance.
Birds are still sleeping. 

Trees like fragile sticks
Stand sentry along the road
With ragged salutes.

Hummingbird darts out
From between winter flowers. 
Seeking sustenance. 

Took the long road home 
(the short road is too scary)
But it was worth it.

Crossing morning grass
Birds peck through leaves for breakfast.
"Something must be there!"

Wind can't stir the trees.
Leaves fallen, bagged and removed.
Rain pushes the sky.

Which way should I walk?
Into the field or forest?
Its such a nice day.

Ember glow on hills
Silhouette of the morning
Foreshadows the dawn.

Leave the promised land.
Not so "promised" any more.
Move to "hopeful" place.

Oceans separate
And I can't afford to call.
I'll write a letter.

That my inmost thoughts
Are known is both comforting
And terrifying.

Sleepy eyelids droop.
My head nods over and falls.
Til a jerk brings it up. 

Smell of bread rises up
The stairs to where I'm working.
Soon I will descend.

Thoughts barely fitting
In the confines of my head
Wait! Now another!

Exalted on high
Neck aches and eyes are blinded
Anxious eyes look up. 

New course corrections.
Back on the previous track.
Try the next exit.

Birds splashing water.
Then check each ruffled feather.
Then fly fully groomed.

Heart's eyes cannot see
If they're not fully opened.
Lord, open them, please!

So deep and profound
The voice of God speaks across
Ages, to reach our days.

Cycle by cycle
Speaking across the ages.
Forming into words. 

Not stumble, fall, rise
But discover and explore
Further up and in.

Alas, it's fallen.
The city of the mighty
In which they trusted.

Lone flower waiting
Expecting in the morning
Winter sun's glow.

Gray looks good on you. 
Unusual vibrancy.
Sign before more years.

Coffee pours, fragrant.
Into the mug, my hand waits.
To lift for a sip.

Like plans without thought
Is the life without the Lord. 
Can't see, can't do well.

At the kitchen table
It is tough to determine
The shape of the world.

Birds under wet leaves.
Darting out to grab a bite
Dodging the rain drops.

Go to sleep one night
Wake to a whole new morning.
Were they connected.

Coming back to life
Temporarily on hold 
For a trip abroad.

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