Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Poet’s Malaise

Swollen gray rain clouds
Day by day color mindscape
Dampen my spirits

I dream of autumn
Leaves to fire inspiration
Summer’s a bummer


Haiku: Blank Verse

Snow falls, melts away
Days of hibernation past
Stubborn muse sleeps on.



It came upon me, pulled me back
Writer eclipsed by other selves.
Grandmother, mom, budget minder
Guardian of aging body
Existing in a prose-bound life.

I eked out a few haiku
Just to see the gift was there
But not enough to spur me on.
Trusty dawn sky stripes of pink
Nowhere seen in dull gray clouds.

Family drama for a while
Filled my heart, took energy.
Found new friend to minister
To some health related needs.
Things were smoothing out.

Then from the blue a whammy day.
Son lost job. I might lose tooth.
I was surprised to feel peace.
Son had long feared he’d be fired.
Second shoe dropped. New start ahead.

As for my tooth, a close call
Root canal did the trick.
Today I write prosaic stuff
In poetic verse of sorts.
I learn to write I must just write.