1/8/23
what does the world think?
you, the owl or the rabbit?
you, the open hand.
1/7/23
when I say beauty
I mean completely yourself
pebble or mountain
1/6/22
In those last moments
winter sunset pours golden,
spill of memory.
#poetry #apprenticetolight #haiku23
1/5/23
you begin to know
your body’s rhythm so well
wren in the woodpile
1/4/23
these still dark mornings
spiteful rain a gloss on ice
then thrum of bloom bright
1/2/23
pocket of worn dimes
come along welcome shadows
January rain
1/1/23
The sea never gives
away its secret wishes,
sky-brimmed broken shell.