Though still and pallid

Winter's no infirmity

Spring will blush again

I can remember

(this happened before i died)

The slow forgetting

 With sun they start work

There’s no finer certainty

The bees of July

When he is missing

What matters and gives him peace

Someplace warm to sleep

 Too long without rain

The desert lives on remains

Nothing  dares to breathe

The recondite cat

Being charming but aloof

Comes comfortably

 My father taught me

Of responsibility

My mother - to fly

 Make evergreen wreaths

Adorn them with love and cheer

Decorate this day!

 Children everywhere

Put your excitement abed

Dream of tomorrow

 I am suns and moons

The seasons each to other

Cylces in circuits

The favorite trail

Is now longer and steeper

My bootsoles wear thin

 Surf assaults the shore

A lighthouse burns through the fog

Helmsmen sail on faith

why not consider?

content instead of happy?

which a better peace?

 My faith comes to this

I will tend to my garden

And it will tend me

 A dog to itself

Making humans feel better

Is tail-heavy work

Devout and time-worn

The oak tree preaches wisdom 

Doves stop to worship

 

 Pausing to relax

On the enduring passage

Water forms a pond

 I’m a scavenger

Searching through thoughts left behind

Gathering potsherds

 Dactylonomy

Certainly comes in handy

When writing haiku

 The river's water

Is anonymous again

As it joins the sea

 Privilege  of dogs

To sleep wherever they want

I am envious

 She can barely breathe

The tears tremble down her face

This is how love costs

 i accept this now

to sit quietly alone

and hear myself breathe

 Freedom for women

Suppressed throughout the ages

By the church and state 

 He was up all night

Not believing in the dawn

While fear fed on him

yielding but steadfast 

a tree is a trusted friend

without doubt or guile

 These tracks are southbound

They run to Mississippi

Where blues plays all night

To my excitement

Erumpent gladiolas

Send up their first spears

 What time is it now?

A question once never asked

Before there was next

 Appreciate life

Even pond scum has purpose

There is blue in green

 When stories dissolve

When there's no truth or fiction

What will bind us then 

 Invisible wall

Without a door or window

Can words penetrate?