hearing my heartbeat
underneath the bathwater—
the stillness of me
life
Flowers
drifting thoughts
dried flowers floating
in the bath
Decides
the old dog decides
not to cross the creek this time—
soft sounds of water
Haiku
on the nightstand
three stacked books
of haiku
Melting
evening bath
hot wax melting in
the candle jars
Water
sliding into sleep
the movement of water
in the river
restless
late winter night
restless winds blow in
the open window
Leaves
should i rake leaves?
i turn another page
of my book
Floating
open minded
not a single cloud
floating by
Raindrops
raindrops sliding
down the window
when did i last cry?
Cleaning
spring cleaning
finding last summer’s
dead flies
Book
lost in a book
drifting on a sea of ink
and white paper waves
Conversation
meeting an old friend
steam rises up from two cups
of conversation
Wander
my thoughts wander
the winter moon drifts in
and out of clouds
Solitude
solitude
the pleasure is
all mine
Shadows
double lies
the shadow of a shadow
falls across his face
Summer
she walks away
a swish of soft yellow skirt
the end of summer
Flowers
new flowers
the neighbors plant a ‘for sale’
sign in the yard
Slow
hospice care
a bugle plays a slow song
in the distance
(for lloyd)
Kite Strings
holding out hope
brightly colored dreams
drift on kite strings
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