.
bright
morning
light
softened
leaning
into
afternoon
shadows
.
.
bright
morning
light
softened
leaning
into
afternoon
shadows
.
.
autumn dampens
summer’s heat
brings golden leaves
rustling
in the wind
.
.
fall breezes
filled with memories —
daddy! daddy!
Help me build a kite!
.
.
reds
yellows
oranges
browns
fall leaves dance
a tapestry
of colors
.
.
love songs
·
playing their wings
like violins
crickets chirp
calling their mates
.
.
evergreen pines
branches tangled
in morning fog
.
.
early autumn
overcast days —
morning sun lost
in blankets
of clouds
.
.
annoying noise
sun’s glare
hiding the source
of someone’s
tinkering sounds
.
.
done celebrating silver
poured organic black tea
over my hair
.
.
last summer sunset
fall starts tomorrow at just
94 degrees!
.
Canela
cinnamon spice
my second new
teddy bear
.
.
Nimbus —
rain cloud gray
naming
my new teddy bear
.
.
bird’s nest
blue egg
cracked
yellow feathers
learning to fly
.
.
teacher’s notes:
september spelling test
(chlorophyll)
makes tree leaves green
.
.
so far apart
yet rivers of love
will flow
between us
forever
.
.
are you watching me?
my life without you — I’ll be
yours forevermore
.
.
ebony nights
pale silver moon
floating
in
a
diamond
studded
sky
.
.
crushing summer heat
yet still each breaking day
fields of shining dew
.
.
morning sunlight
streaming in —
dining room’s
blond
hardwood
floor
turned to gold
.
.
memories
9/11/01
coal-black night
not a star in sight
.
.
brain injury
·
life’s a jigsaw puzzle
all the pieces
scattered everywhere
.
.
outdoor
camping —
watching
from
my
sleeping
bag
a velvet
starlit
sky
.
.
mom and dad’s love
still surrounding me —
condo bought
with inheritance
.
..
dinner’s teasing pull
tossed high in a wok — chinese
stir fry vegetables
.
.
evening songs
the sun’s scarlet rays
sinking
into
the horizon
.
.
my new teddy bear
the softest rich black fur
Sable
.
.
drafting
with pens
that leak and blot —
my ink stained
haiku path
.
.
laundry day
piles
of unmatched socks
wrapping the ones
that match the best
.
.
brain
resisting
new
haiku
peanut
butter
goo
.
.
105 degrees today —
will fall in three weeks
feel like fried eggs?
.