Awed

brightness of this morn-

collecting seeds that didn’t grow

I’m awed by stillness

~

touched by a warmth-

all these colors seem at awe

of the heat-giver

.

For Carpe Diem # 435.

Silence

alms for my heart-

the sight of sun at dusk

bathing in crimson

~

words strewn air

oblivious to the world-

a red-beaked parrot

~

skin tingled lilac

hair ruffled by a spring wind

silence in my smile

.

For Carpe Diem # 417.

Basket

basket of lost time

stirred by spring’s soothing hands

mountains of dull ache

~

it comes by and steals

from the lonely old basket-

a new bud of life

.

For Carpe Diem Revise that haiku # 4.