golden hues of fall
leaves lie scattered
under winter’s morning frost
.
golden hues of fall
leaves lie scattered
under winter’s morning frost
.
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morning sunlight fills the room
God’s love
holding those we’ve lost
His touch, yours
.
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cold winter morning
the evergreen shrubs
still wrapped in frost
.
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diamonds . . .
cold winter nights
god
decorates the sky
.
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our 40-year anniversary
I celebrated it
alone
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Christmas blessings
Aunt Bev and DH
home safe
with baby Jesus
.
reaching for God’s house
I ache for your arms around me
this Christmas Eve
12-24-19; 803pm
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winter edging in
the colors of fall
still warm my skin
.
flowers to Mom & Tay:
a gift of Christmas cheer
berries
carnations
roses and evergreens
.
late evening air
shimmers reds and golds —
reaching to heaven
to touch your soul
.
in the silence
after the windstorms
a single falling leaf
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soft as a whisper
evening falls
surrounding me
with feathered arms
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frozen in ice and time
aching
to touch you again
.
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left an empty house
once filled with happiness
only aching memories
lingered in the walls
.
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fallen autumn leaves
golden reds and browns
carpet sidewalks and lawns
.
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an unending task
endlessly organizing
all my haiku blogs
.
broken eggs
broken haiku
my broken life
without you
an email haiku
always looking for new ways
to send love to you
15 days today
holding it together
an instant at a time
your broken body
my broken soul
your last words to me
let me go
— 03-24-19
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unseen hailstorms
pelting my heart —
everything’s frozen
since you’re gone
.
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searching for sanity
I weave tiny positives
within
unending grief
.
my world has ended
yet everyone else
keeps going on and on
.
cleaning clutter
— in agony —
dh is gone
one week today
.
I love you forever
all the way up to God’s house
and past the ends of time
stare-down duel
·
daddy!
she’s looking at me!
·
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well, look back
.
lost in the redwoods
breathing crisp morning air
pine trees
anchor my soul
.
(revised from post 101416 at my lostinredwoods WordPress site)
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(writing as Matsuo Basho)
that
burnished golden reds
a single autumn leaf
.
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still
long late nights
filled
with sweltering heat —
when will summer end?
.
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dot journal dreams
15-minute tasks —
cross off two a day!
.
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swarming bumblebees
remember the honey
deep in the combs
.
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watering day
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happy houseplants
me
the smell
of freshly moistened soil
.
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trapped!
nest of heavy blankets
twisted through the night
can’t get out of bed!
.
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embroidered bird’s nest
built with twigs of fine silk thread
all Dritz shades of brown
.
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our ash tree —
leaves flutter wild and free
celebrating
a summer breeze
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