Haiku- Summer 2019

wake to rise 

from sleep or dream

daylight 

petrichor--

all those memories rising

from their shadows

choosing what's not said

as much as enjoying what is--

friends over forty

goldfinch perched atop

thistle's purple spined blossom

sharing a secret

that musty cellar

sand at rest at the bottom

of the hour glass

learning late of a death-

not a matter of if but when life is

left to swallow us whole

excitement over,

I meet myself yet again

out on the back porch