I stretch out my hands How many may I pull out? If not all, there’s one

The sunflowers bloom I see your smiling eyes glow I know we’ll make it 

When love bleeds all night… The loud silence, chilly air Cuts to my soul

Still Blessed  I am always stressedI’m completely a hot messBut I still feel blessed Your Star  I hope you still knowYou always make my heart glowYour star in the snow

There is a chill in the airCrisp and freshScented with pineSoft sounds of the world falling asleep Winter calls to usBeckons us to start anewTo sleep the pain of the past awayAnd awaken fresh It sometimes seems like the world is frozenIn a moment in timeThe white that covers the landAnd the ice that hangs ...

Sunlight radiates Cicadas hum in cadence Their song lures the moon.

Sweet tastes of summer Butter rays feed silver leaves Cloudless skies prevail

Here are two haikus I recently wrote for my sweetheart.

Hanging out. Wild billowy sentences, Friday night in August. *** By the moonlight, she is smashing sentences with a pen. *** Late June, cold words quiver across the page. *** The stars disappear, it is too dark to write too cold—inhibiting. *** Hazy summer day, reading, sipping tea beneath low hanging clouds. *** She reads, ...

Bubbling over streets and backwash out storm drains; overwhelming floods. No amount of sandbags can hold back the surge of nature. Photo courtesy of Corinna Behrens from Pixabay