Haiku - 53

The weight of the world -
Sweet relief, where are you?
It's hard to keep faith.

Winter Solstice

December 21st,
The first day of winter,
The darkest day
Of the year.

We need the
Darkness
To appreciate
The beauty
Of light in our lives.

I think I can see
It - the beacon
Of light
Emanating
At the end
Of this dark tunnel.

Winter's Peace

A soft light — bright— streams in through the window,
Diffused by the snow falling outside.
The oil burner purrs beneath the floor.
Arise from patchwork quilts and comforters,
Groggy as the cold air prickles my skin.
The bed beckons me—a warm and soft bosom
To fall into and slowly drift away,
But no, I cannot stay. I dress myself with

Tube sox, cotton long-johns, a worn out tee,
Old blue jeans and a college sweatshirt,
Rubber-soled boots and black-wool gloves, a hat—
Or more fittingly: a little beanie—
A long black wool coat (like ones worn by Suits),
And a red scarf that’s wrapped around my neck.
The funk of morning, and my hair a-strewn
Under a fabric cocoon. I look out

With a plastic shovel in woolen hand.
A wall of cold beyond the threshold of
My door greets me as I begin to scrape.
As the plastic drags, an igloo takes form,
Reminding me of childhood revelry.
The ancient great evergreen in my yard,
Taunts me as I clear a path, dropping snow
Exactly where I’ll go. I take a break

And watch my breath condense and the snow
Around me in the shadow-less daylight.
Houses on my block, uniform in white,
And the only soul around: only me.
Yes the snow is falling, but I am not—
I stand still, all alone, and I listen,
But I cannot hear a thing—Absolute
Silence. I will take refuge in the peace

In the falling snow,
In its solitude.

Haiku - 52

Losing sense of time,
Buried by obligations -
Just want to go home.

Haiku - 51

Feelings just don't die.
They only linger until
They just normalize.

Haiku - 50

The sky is falling
Slowly, one drop at a time.
It's only raining.

Haiku - 49

Give a dog a bone
And he will eat for a day
Or be sore for two.