haiku

woven in my breathtruth beyond understandingquiet as winter

coffee on the stovesparks the memory of oneno longer with us

hidden in sunshinea sobering reminder:winter is coming

in the yardanimal topiariesdying in the sun

eyes filled with tearsshe glides across the floorin the reddest dress

red foxleisurely crosses the highwaycrow in his mouth

wind blows high in treesempty logging truck rolls by—cat snores in window

above the cat's earsthe sun warms the eastern pinesa heater warms my toes

morning chillrainy and muddy outsidecoffee on the stove

"Enjoy the moment,"says the sun to the pine treesdancing with the wind.

rumbling boilertinkling radiatorscozy home

making space for peacepines shadow snow covered pathsmy breath is the wind

on the couchbetween us onlyweightless silence

Four days of goodbut imperfect coffee, and now—Aeropress again!

empty roombare walls bounce voicesvoices voices

walkingfigures of eight around the ballroomafraid to stop

a little bit of grace:Gandalf dies in his arms --the dooms of love

in the pre-dawn hushthe regional hospitalis barely awake

grocery shoppingduring flu seasononly exhaling

winter exercise:walking for miles in the kitchenlistening to books