Friday, December 31, 2021
New Year's Goals
new year's goals
written with a lead pencil
pink eraser
* * * * *
memories of a
busy work calendar
dates penciled in
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Eve of New Year's Eve
find fire's closure and rebirth
Phoenix's gift
Two in the Tub
Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Winter Moon's Gifts
at year's end
haiku journal closes
new book begins
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
Haiku Recipe for Brined Chicken
Endings
Monday, December 27, 2021
Fresh "Flothers"
After reading Annie Wilson's poem and learning of this new word "flother" I quickly revised my poem. We, in the north country, should have more words for snow. IMHO.
Remembering Speech Classes
Speech class in grade school was torture. I honestly don't know if I actually cried but my memory wants me to think so. I clearly remember my hands shake as I held up the colorful music chart I was talking about.
Decades later I had lost my fear and had the opposite problem of speaking far too long and was penalized with a bad grade as a result. (Topic: Smoking Cigarettes)
Sunday, December 26, 2021
After Christmas Comes Cocooning
Saturday, December 25, 2021
Friday, December 24, 2021
Christmas Eve is Here
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Library Books
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
Hold Out Your Hand - for a cookie
feel the weight of the cookie
imagine the taste
as the cookie sits on your tongue
and slowly melts in your mouth
Family Christmas Photos
My mother created photo albums for each one of my siblings.
Welcome Back (to our bed)
welcome back
happy you have recovered
I missed you
the sheets lost your scent
mattress forgot your shape
* * * * *
quietly lie down
rest now under warm blankets
let all worries go
Monday, December 20, 2021
Those Precious Moments
Younger Brother Reminisces
Saturday, December 18, 2021
Warm Bodies
they take turns snoring
waiting for sunrise
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Road Trip North
road trip north -
pause claustrophobic lockdown
winter wandering
* * * * *
rocks baptized by
Superior's cold wet winds
winter moment
* * * * *
the bright full moon
like a giant white agate
floats in a cloud
Hands Are Full
petrichor heavy in the air fills our hands