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!)

Beyond the darkness
of the unsettled waters--
Christ, the Light.

Moving Toward the Light

You are adrift
Tossed on the waters
Moving toward the Light

I see your vessel
on unsettled waters
far out to sea

Reaching

solitary boat
violently tossed about
on the far shore

Mmmmm...smell
the Christmas Tree...
ah choo!

a christmas gift--good
things come in small packages
a cat haiku book

bright moon

bright moon
looks like a
street light

(I remember making this observation as a child. I was reminded of it by a post on Guru's Lifewatch)

luminous messengers
reach down, gently touch us,
bringing grace

healing balm
seasonal aromas linger
comforting the soul

blanketing snow
birds with long memories
look for seed

bones ache
ice stubbornly clings to life
cold snap