Spring Cleaning and The Blues

news of an old friend’s passing—
I switch Pandora
to a blues station

(for Pat)

~

Spring cleaning
I scour grief and grease
with abandon

~

news of a new friend’s passing
the gift of her smile
returns

(for Yvette)

~

through it all
the piercing presence of thistle
in the garden

~

between words
I use the pencil sharpener
grandpa’s dad’s mine

(for Glenn)

~

jewel weed emerges in the garden I return home

(for me)

~

ag

Advertisements

Who Exactly Saves Daylight?

clocks spring forward
the last hour slips under
morning’s pillow

~

the dog’s stomach
and mine growl
at the new timetable

~

daylight savings time lost in translation

contrails and foxtails
a wispy wave
to the morning

~

It’s the last day of February, 2019, and the ending to my practice of writing at least one haiku per day for National Haiku Writers Month–always February. I missed only a couple of days including yesterday. The practice of writing a daily haiku is more of an exercise in taking a closer look at moments that often get ignored or diluted in busy-ness. It’s also a great practice in articulating and editing just enough to give these moments breath and respect. For all of this and more–I am grateful.

~

beginnings and endings
false starts and fine finishes
always in the editing