New Moon Haiku

Everything I have
ever loved will become dust,
will become the sea.

May the things I have
seen, never become unseen.
May change come from this.

So many endings,
yet enough life left here to
hold each other up.

Beneath the dark moon,
tell me your deepest truth, and
I will tell you mine.

Wake

Sit around autumn’s table
with the heart so full
of sweetness

and of sorrow, and the fragrant
oven that warms you
like this subtle transformation

of friendships turning quietly
into family. Your loss reverberates
through the hearts of the others,

and the wine is passed,
and the chocolate is passed,
and the candles

push through the darkness
like the laughter that you still manage
to somehow find.