A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness
Tag: haiku
Punt.
More sleep means haiku
Time Flies?
My son is thirteen.
On Advent – III: Anticipation
Meant to be joyful waiting
Beginnings
Soon it will be light
ambivalence
Sometimes there’s no light
give way
This morning – Three lines
Breathe
I’m back Here from There
forward
where again is there?
isn’t it ironic?
hilarious, God.
no recall
A bad day for the poet
new
trust me – my new was harder.
serendipity
Some days your plans change
journée
A day is born
I’m Sailing!
Vacation from my problems?
filler
working on a “thing”
on advent – viii
perspective is key
on advent – vi
the waiting gets old
fingers need a break
Writing has its time and place
The Meeting
Enter the space now
defying atrophy 