Haikus for a changing season

Trusting passenger,
I listen as he describes
this world we now share:

Women in burkas,
ten lanes of racing traffic,
sirens day and night.

Small talk still connects.
Wildlife, found at the edges.
The Metro nearby.

I will carve a life
day by day, remembering
My Spirit creates.

Adult size poem

The kids, they don’t know yet

What it’s like to be

Covered by the nesting doll

Of a few years beyond

I remember being

Their age, being their spunk,

Hardly stopping to make sure

I had gas

In the car

Heading out

To the next dream

I am a few sizes

Down the road.

Not larger in body,

Though in aura I radiate

Beyond what I once called me

I remember yearning for a time

When something would rest

Long enough

To make sense

A different day began today

With this calmer mind

But I do not forget

The passions of not knowing

46 more school days

Forty-six more
school days:

Seniors working on their last stages
of morphing
from chrysalis
to butterfly,

Each one struggling
to free themselves
from the tight
grip
of childhood.

I watch them turn and twist,
unable to assist
except for the occasional
burst
of
encouragement.

The requirements for all involved
are sealed tight
in individual scrolls

held close
and made ragged
by birth

Beacon

As I turned toward the window
in the darkest part of night,
something familiar
pushed through my dreamswept mind~

The moon, shy at first
behind fleeting clouds,
drew my attention
and
patiently shone,
midcycle,
partially molting
(it seemed to me)
as I focused my eyes.

A question leapt to my heart,
for this moon
gave comfort~
I'd awoken only minutes before, feeling that kind of fear
only known fully at night.
I felt the question
without really understanding it,

And the moon answered,
"Just wait."

As I lay there in bed,
still hoping for more,
the clouds once again
hid
that light.
Moments passed
and then it returned
in lopsided glory~

an imperfect beacon.

Walking Haikus

Familiar circles
of movement once brought comfort;
now the door opens.

A flicker calls out.
Putting on my walking boots,
I follow the sound.

A great sky intrigues,
celestial thoughts beckon.
Nature calls the shots.

Peaceful heart walking,
Busy mind can wait for now.
It's good to feel free.