Invitation*

Unfinished sentence
A deliberate silence,
Dangling ellipsis ...

* While reading "Writing to Wake the Soul" by Karen Hering

William Stafford

In the darkness, He
wrote a poem each morning
Before the sunrise.*

* (Written for the Poet's 100th Birthday Anniversary)

-- Watch a half-hour remembrance of William Stafford on OPB's Art Beat --

Remembering January Third

Gasping for a breath
Wondering if this is "it,"
Will I see morning?

Out the Bathroom Window

Lonely maple leaf
hanging from the lilac's branch
Lingers before death.

Blanket

The leaves are falling
Yellow, orange, red,
A quilt on the lawn.

A Haiku?

What was he doing?
Writing a free-form haiku,
An oxymoron.

Morning Delight

Waves of bright yellow,
Daffodils dance in the wind
Young lovers embrace.

Remember

Know impermanence
is always there at your back
Waiting for your time.

Poetry Time

What time is it now?
Poetry has no deadline.
Write when your heart speaks!

-- Found in journal notebook (written on May 2, 2006) and may have already posted it then.

So Ends My Year of Writing a Daily Haiku

With my first haiku of the New Year, I've ended my project of writing at least one haiku poem for each day of 2011.  Not sure if I'll make a book out of them, but I may do it some day.  On to a new writing "practice" yet to be determined ...

Haiku New Year!

First day of the month,
First haiku of the New Year,
Two-thousand and twelve.

Will I Continue?

Last day of the year,
Last haiku poem to write,
Until tomorrow?

Grace

As long as I'm here
And living in gratitude,
My heart is healing.

Living

How then shall you live?
Remembering what you love,
Doing what matters.

Maybe ... Maybe Not

A dark drive to work,
Light rain is falling again --
Has winter arrived?

Night Visitor

Night light comes on,
Outside I see a possum
And he looks at me.


I open the door
which hits my big forehead hard --
No blood, just a bruise.


Where's the possum now?
Hiding somewhere and laughing
About clumsy guys.

A Day At A Time

Momento mori,
It's time to number your days --
Know that you will die.

Remembering

On our Christmas day
No mother to call this year,
She died on May 1st.

Who Knows?

Riding the bus south
On the way home for Christmas,
Will it be my last?

Cooper's Day

On his sixth birthday
He lost his first tooth ever,
Celebrate the boy!