Haze

A smoky pall

hangs

over morning

dregs

of a bad dream

I fear

will return

to haunt

restless nights

ahead

Where

is the wind

to blow away

this malaise

to fill our sails

and propel us

to calmer

seas?

 

Seeds

 

The bloom

has fallen

revealing

a trove

of tiny treasures

that I will hoard

until spring

Languishing

 

Summer sulks

under hazy skies

blooms fading

and blown

The river

is low

and the landscape

thirsty

Long way

from

spring rains

Long time

until

seasons change

Welcome now

 

Welcome

as sun

after days of clouds

shade

when sun scorches

wind

to clear the air

calm

to still the storm

snow

to cover bare ground

bare ground

to receive

the rain

that falls

on the sleeping bulbs

in spring.

Precious

 

If tasked

to list

my most precious

what would I write down

what would even

survive

fire flood

and force

would I even

recognize

after the shifting

and the sifting

after turmoil

and time

if I escaped

with the skin

on my back

would that be

most precious?

No perfect moment

 

Waiting

for the moment

missing

this moment

when

morning birds

share the pale

dawn sky

with winged clouds

and hush