Finally, Haiku

Fresh snow, overdue
invitation to climb up
into the forest.

Post-holing, we have
the wrong shoes.  We don’t mind.  Sun
between the branches.

Different stages
of freeze and thaw ~ waterfall,
raging stream, our feet.

Ice trail leads into
the belly of a mountain ~
if this cave could talk.

Pre-adolescents
notice the sacred, feel how
large the story is.

By the river that
could carry us away, our
hands in our pockets.

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Small Loves

Last night you taped your
wish to the window.  Today,
the first snow.

School conferences,
and you glow softly like the
byproduct of love.

The conversation
we have with our eyes – wordless,
you say everything.

No one said it would
be easy, though the things that
matter sometimes are.

love letters haiku

light snow falls on grass
green with spring, I want to speak
to you of softness.

from the other room,
a song, and just the whisper
of a melody.

flightless blackbirds on
the tops of cottonwoods, a
stillness inside me.

this brightly painted
world, more beautiful because
your soul has touched it.

let your breath be the
calm around you, fill this space
with courageous love.