With breath born kisses I’ll spread my love over seas To take root in you. “I do not believe in weeds. A weed is simply
I have searched for thee, Since this voice did bloom with life, To show you my mind. picture of one of our azalea bushes in
The way things are. The way they are not. Simply gliding in stride the falling this far. The reaching and touching dream’s reality Basking beautifully
I stirred in sudden wonder rising with The faintest glow. The you I know. My beacon. My beckoning. Bright reckoning. Awakening.
Bathroom driven heat – Bodies melding and molding Now need a shower. my first attempt at haiku
I toss. I turn. I tremble. I yearn. Vacancy aching me Painfully waking me. Wondering where As I distantly stare Across, then into, The wonder