A black crow
on a granite monument--
wintery day

The fractured heavens
echo bewilderment--
winter thunder

trees
bare of leaves
await Spring

time,
like a desert snake across hot sands, travels;
wraps back upon itself;
disapears
and yet continues.

each "now"
light or dark--
God's gift

As I work
through the pain
everything I do
and each time I rest
is a gift from God.

Tea

Warm and golden,
giving comfort and strength
from history's hands

pieces of herself
from the last half century
fill four households
loving from beyond

~This is my first attempt at tanka, a lyrical 5 line poem from Japan.

Strong wind--
I am awake.
God's breath.

It figures!

Warm rain, the grass grows
(after gifts of ski tickets)
in January

I've run out of
medicine. I think I'll gnaw
on a chair leg.



(Thanks to dh for suggesting this med-free metaphor!)