dedicated bird
diligently builds her nest
poops on my window

We travel the road
of life. Some things slip away.
Only God remains.

working outside
sweating in the hot June sun
cackling crow

dinner on the porch
we watch the rabbits eat too
soft, silent rain falls

on the cherry tree
flowers give way to leaves
youth fades

pink blossoms
morning prayer in the cold
blessings of spring

Fissures

bright morning sun beams
give light to the chasm
between life and death







This week's One Single Impression prompt: fissures

Picture by Chris O'Doherty

Night Rain

night rain
endured in quiet darkness
first light



This week's Haiku Bones prompt: Night Rain

dark, sweet life
nestled among the Easter grass
newborn calves

bitter tears mingle with
the harsh clink of counted pennies
uncertainty

Infestation

the dust of our years

a bittersweet infestation

of lingering love

This week's Haiku Bones Prompt: Infestation.

Seductive birds sing
in the frozen landscape
spring's siren song.

Here is a second poem with this week's Haiku Bones prompt: seductive.

Lent

Each year we fight
the world's seductive lure--
with quiet resolve

This week's Haiku Bones prompt was seductive. 

Uncanny

from dead to living
in unspoken alliance--
habits are passed

This week's Haiku Bones prompt:  Uncanny

The years pass by.
The incandescent twinkle
in his eyes remains.

i watch the world,
silent, and black and white
exploding rain drops

dressed in our finest
we smile for the camera
I look away

horses in the snow 
looking for edible grass 
a lone pine tree

losing energy

tired; sighing quietly

mournful teapot

hearts electrify
across telephone wires
winter static


This week's Haiku Bones prompt: electrifying

we take refuge
from the winter wind
the fly and I

snow and bitter wind--
rush inside; remove coat--
and note the fly

soft snow encloses
the world in the silence
of new year's regrets






Thanks to Walky Soto for inviting me to Haiku Bones. 

Skeleton trees reach
gnarled branches through falling snow.
Our joints ache.

winter resurrection
a friend's face
on Google Chrome

Pale and cold
I warm my hands
on the red mug.
Winter blood test.

Pale and cold,

I dream of the tropics

and stare at the ceiling--

winter blood test. 

pale and cold
dreams of tropical islands
December
blood test 

inside for days

bedroom, fever, stay the same

natureless haiku

in the searing heat
reduced to its elemental form
my brain in fever

moon viewing

a scholar's garden retreat 
you are with me in spirit

rapturous delight

soft--in the afternoon

raw salmon

the deepening chill 


settles in my waiting soul 


early winter

fall colors

exploding in pinks and greens

beautiful weed

black cat leading me,
half asleep, to the food bowl
midnight snack

Red, gently applied over yellow

with a dry brush.

Cold apple.

At the Grotto

Orange butterfly
alights on purple flower--
prays with Bernadette.

is it bad luck
when a vulture crosses
your path?

large families
quiet and well behaved
in my dreams

March Haiku

Cold snow rests
on the old Torii gate.
Red berries bring hope.

an Alzheimer's stranger,
he wheels in
and joins our party.

Married Love

Ancient and bent,
after pushing her wheelchair,
he feeds her.

on my tongue
I taste the bitter words--
potent medicine.

crouching tiger
hidden in the early morning fog
the fog lifts

newborn flurries fall
gently, on tired black coats.
first snow

early morning reality
disappears
in the foggy mirage

early morning
giving way to stifling day
the fog lifts

Ember Days

I feel the coolness
in the quiet harvest night
and offer thanks

pink and ubiquitous
the dry paint recoils from the walls
barely hanging on

loud summer thunder
the dog jumps up on my lap
the tension's broken

collapsing star
focused; centered energy
paths converge

the small house
time for letting go--
yellow kitchen

through my brain
crystalline sounds drift...
your music

I sit with the goose
who wears the green bandanna
I hold the knitted shawl

the jeweled colors dance
in the bright and airy room
new hope

We beg her--get help!
Horrified, she circles the
wagon of one.

in the cold
optimistic bird
singing loudly

exhausted and still
in the encroaching darkness--
reaching out to God

Moving towards the light,
I drive away from darkness--
rainbow in my rear view.

winter lullaby
warm laundry, soft music
sleeping animal

seven squirrels
culinary cramming--
first freeze

morning coffee--
liquid motivation,
barely tasted

early fall morning
dense fog hugs the ground
spirits walk

immutable
specters retreat behind
morning mist

in a daze--
life without taste
or smell

new diet
orange juice and chicken soup
waiting to breathe

no poems
my head is too stuffed
with crap

hot tea
after brushing teeth
not the same

after church
bamboo thicket growing
in the alley

evening falls
too late
for jasmine tea

sweet tea, bills paid
fall weather in August
life is good

restless soul
painfully restricting
bursting cocoon

today
breaks on the shore
wet sand

spiders
in the house
darkness

silently, sternly,
judging me from on high
bookshelf cat

middle aged and
still rockin' for God
Catholic boomer

my two black
animals immobile
from the heat

sometimes i wonder
are tiny women worth more
per pound

the rain on the asphalt
lit up by the amber streetlight
red umbrella

in my dreams
i go back to warn you
you're already dead

Bank line

men and women stand
in anonymous silence
waiting for their god.

butter melting
paint brush filling in wood stain
nooks and crannies

amber waves
of goldenrod
summer's here

Patiently I wait
for I share the bathroom
with a cat

waiting
for the bathroom
hurry up, cat

filtered sun--
under my feet,
walnut shells

a sweet breeze
the gentle touch
of God

the chair
creaking audibly
knees and ankles

weary, thirsting
reaching out to the heavens
it finally rains

among the red--
beautiful and different
lavender tomatoes

vip
attractive pop sickle stick
with big hair

Juicy and sweet,
the sugarplum dances dimly
in the back of my mind.

modern role reversal
the cat brings offerings to
the human

my husband--
the comforting *clank* of Volkswagen tools
on the garage floor

a ghost
in the foggy darkness
coming to claim its own

in the cool of the morning
God waters the world

sweetest flowers
Our Lady's mantel
gently blooms

the fish hear me
leaving the restaurant
and beg for food

he watches the car
we wait and watch him watching--
wife & bird

Gettysburg

stranded in the hot sun,
cursing corset and hoop skirt--
she whips out her cell phone