Daughter Lesson Haiku

Her tears say see me,
and so I hold her in my
arms until I do.

Other Grace

Freight train
in the sky – nothing
sacred against such
storms as these. No
grace of quiet snow,
but ice and freezing
rain, and wind so wild
it strips the shadows
from the stars and lays
them on our souls, our
restless hearts. And finally
in darkness, nothing
left to see but who
we really are.

You Cannot Know

You cannot know
in the time
right before the darkness,
when all things
are almost blue,
when the colors are here,
but not
and there is a soft feeling
in the eye
of many fabrics bleeding
together – the aspen grove,
the dusky grass,
the departing wisp
of cloud,
you cannot know
when you walk
alongside the river
to talk about love,
where the geese swim
with their rows of babies
in the eddy
and you stop on a bridge
to watch the shape
of water,
how it fans out white
over the sunken stones
or wrinkles convex,
concave,
you cannot know
and so you don’t
and are left standing,
grateful,
with your blinking eyes
facing into the center
of things.