Early Morning

The early morning joy

is not the sunshine,

nor the birds;

it is not the day ahead.

It is two simple words

in the sounds

of your voice,

ringing out into the world:

good morning.

Reality – A Haiku

‘Reality has

always been overrated’,

he said; he is right.

Looking Glass

Through the looking glass

to the other side,

you see me

more clearly

than I see myself.

Fires

Some fires

burn;

some warm;

you are both kinds:

bright

and harsh;

safe

and dangerous.

Impossible

to take my eyes off.

Chance – A Haiku

There is no danger,

looking at you; only us:

the chance of something.

Bears – A Haiku

Some bears cannot growl;

they will only hold on tight,

just to keep you warm.

When The Moon

Listen

when the moon howls back;

she is asking you

to trust her.

Up Ahead

To stargaze is

to look at the sky

and see only

something

long gone,

when in front,

on this land

was a true shining star

burning bright,

up ahead,

all along.

Petals

We pull petals off

in circles,

in the hope that

the last

is what we need.

In The Water

The edge of a

cliff

is only fearsome

if you do not believe

in the water

below.

Only Flowers

Let the grass grow;

there is little chance of weeds:

only flowers.

Applause

There is

rapturous applause

in this sound-proof room;

it is there,

even if

you can’t hear it.

On Your Feet

Fall

from a height,

think like

a cat:

land

on your feet;

continue.

River – A Haiku

We don’t question the

river’s path; we trust that it

knows where it’s going.

Parachute Jump

This life is a parachute

jump

and we,

fall

farther

and

farther,

resisting the pull of the cord,

lest our feet should touch

the ground.

The Joy – A Haiku

Some things are more dis-

-tracting than expected, but

isn’t that the joy?

Forge On (For LR)

Forge on,

and

we will figure it out

together,

here or elsewhere;

this place

is not forever,

but we are;

here

and beyond.

In Hand

Even

the cold nights

have their warmth,

hot drink and hand

in hand.

The Sun Breaks Through

The sun

breaks through

the stitches

over the window,

and brings

only light

and warmth

and thoughts of

you.

Mystery

You are

a mystery

stitched up

in all there is

to know.

Sunrise – A Haiku

Even sunsets let

seriousness make way for

the light of sunrise.

Moonlight

Even

in the cold moonlight,

the paths

are warm,

as long as our fingers

are locked

in embrace.

Pattern – A Haiku

With one more try we

crossed our threads and our pattern

began to emerge.

Knotted

We have stitched

the same thing

in a different order

and pricked

each other

with needles

in the process;

knotted up the strings

and

found ourselves

frustrated.

Ball of String

We appear

to have got our

stitches

crossed

(while actually

holding

the same

ball of string).

Only, This One

What is a stitch,

if not a word

in a story.

Only,

this one,

you seem to read

wrong.

The Noughts

Just because

you’re always

drawing crosses,

it doesn’t mean

you’re owed only

the noughts.

If You Can

If you can draw,

and you can stitch,

and you can understand numbers,

if you can bake,

and you can read,

and you can teach others to play,

then you

can give yourself a little credit,

for free,

as though

you never owed it to yourself

in the first place,

even though

you absolutely did.

Pick It Up Later

Even

a dropped

stitch

has its charm;

you just

pick it up later,

and remind yourself

that nothing

is perfect.

By Design

You are

a collection

of little crosses,

Brutal

in your process

And beautiful

by design.