underground

I buried treasure

stolen from summer

hibernating blue

slumbering gold

like sleeping beauty

waits for the kiss

of May. 

metamorphis

Color abandoned branches

 floating, coral-like

shelter little creatures

of the grey sky ocean.

Honey

The bee in my garden

works alongside me

humming a song of gratitude

for her impossible flight.

Haiku for Home

Wee yellow cottage

Dense with love

Shelter from the world

Fifty three

Sidewalk burning my small feet

I froze in place

Tears in my blue eyes

until I called to you

Move! You said.

I can’t! I thought

But your voice gave me the courage.

 

Years evaporating

My Blue eyes searching

To find whatever footprints

You may have left me to follow.

Moving forward,

Even when afraid,

Your example gave me courage.

Now I reach the end

Of your footprints

And I pause in the last one

Seeing clearer now

My imagination my compass,
a gift from you,
Father of my blue eyes.

Found

Lost love

They call it

But I know

Where it lies

I’ve sewn it

Beneath a scar

Long and jagged

Almost invisible

Sometimes catching

On a sharp edge

Of memory

It opens

Spilling tears

Of crimson.

And I mend

With stronger thread.

Marsyl Warren

Godsong haiku

Violins
God's breath
in my ear.